going up

this poem was composed of bits of overheard conversation from a Sunday afternoon hike up Mt. Philo.

going up.

let’s wait for mom and dad
the young coupled looking up
killed the romantic
a little dramatic
right down on the right

the bird every night
a bigger dude, celebrity
who doesn’t want it
who takes too long
in nightly appearances every
night at six
stop right there

we talk about really personal stuff
we hope that somebody hears
and where the cupcakes go
a sloth or a bear
thank you       thank you

what a day, though.

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