Don’t Be Flip
By Todd Boss
when you drop
your mate at
the dock or
your children
at school. Don’t
be cool. Don’t
be coy. Or if
you do, don’t
assume it’s
okay to act
that way. For
today may
be your last
chance at
joy before it
flashes away
like a tin
toy in one of
those shooting
galleries in
midways: those
ducks that seem
to paddle a
stream that’s
not a stream
but a rotating
axle,
toothed for
disappearance
& reappearance,
a spit
without point
or flame,
along which
randomly clucks
the whole game.
Source: Poetry (December 2008)