A Step Further (for upcoming ModPo)

crocodite

I couldn’t help myself. A notification of a 5-minute video came into my inbox. (It’s 4 am and not sleeping.) I watched Al and Gab on Wallace Stevens. Something about “Disillusionment at Ten O’clock”. And then I settled down to write. All I had was a drink of warm milk. Believe me, I have never smoked a joint in my life so even that is imagined.

A Step Further

after Wallace Stevens

 

I woke to heavy rain.

A poet doesn’t lie there

trying to go back to sleep.

She has grabbed her lasso

from the shed, waded out

to the flooded street. The cat

certainly doesn’t follow;

she sleeps on in her favourite chair.

The poet has hauled the croc

into the yard, into a swim pool

she’s long been meaning to install.

Overnight she accomplished

quite a lot.

 

Next morning, the neighbours

don’t believe her. She throws

a party (around her imaginary pool)

and by the time the neighbours roll

home they are amazed to have found

they too joined in the entertainment.

And even more amazed that on waking

they could find no evidence

of crocodile, pool or a tell-tale joint.

 

Benita Kape © 4.8.2018

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