Will one persevere
When, at long last, too-warm hands
Reach too-hot a flame
The back of your head
The crux of my right elbow
Do you think they’ll meet
In a photograph
Is where you should find yourself
While my shutter smiles
Gonzo the Softshell Turtle; Urban Ecology Center -Menomonee Valley; Milwaukee, WI
And during your reign
Decree silence o’er my wrists
For they keep shouting
Tho’ I dare not dream
You sign That word into Law
Lest it not come true