They were Four, Five, Six and Ten,
or if you prefer, they were
Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red,
their mouths that is, the wonderful
colors of kids caught in the allure
of lollipops, lollipops
in big open bowls on the desk
at the bank in the grocery store
Hurry Daddy, we want a lollipop
you’ll have to wait, oh but it is so hard
to stand in a line, wait for the teller
look expectantly, sheepishly, urgently
oh, don’t forget, boldly
hurry and unwrap it
so sweet, so fun, sitting on the bench
she laughed and I saw it, the blue
blue tongue, blue lips, blue teeth
they saw it too, howling, checking their own
smiling for each other, say cheese
wonderful lollipop lips
August 12, 2006 23:06
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