It's amazing how his thoughts bounce everywhere,
from the shaded lamp on the nightstand
to the bare bulb in the ceiling above
and then to the salt and pepper
shakers in the kitchen and wondering
if they are good friends.
Who else would talk to the fish
that he is eating in the restaurant
and express sympathy for the fish's plight?
Who else would have a dog
that has been put to sleep come back
and tell the owner that he never liked him?
Who else could have poem titles like
"Hippos on Holiday", "Building with its Face
Blown off", or "The Flight of the Statues"?
His poems don't even rhyme,
at least most of the time, so I'm trying
to figure out why I like them so much.
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