Perched Upon His Shoulder
Perched upon
his shoulder
She asks him to
hold her
A nod of agreement
with a look of
dismay
She sits facing
the future
but he is turned
another way
Only her ankle is
grasped
Before his feeling
elapsed
Trapped in this
position
She must abort
the mission
When she parachutes
down
She gets caught
on his crown
Against the
metal she stays
banging
But he doesn’t
mind her hanging
Alison Buzzotta (c) 1986
his shoulder
She asks him to
hold her
A nod of agreement
with a look of
dismay
She sits facing
the future
but he is turned
another way
Only her ankle is
grasped
Before his feeling
elapsed
Trapped in this
position
She must abort
the mission
When she parachutes
down
She gets caught
on his crown
Against the
metal she stays
banging
But he doesn’t
mind her hanging
Alison Buzzotta (c) 1986
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