passin’ thru
i pulled up on a cloud
ordered saffron tea,
from a waitress
with turbulent high wind
for hair
she apologized,
said “we are in a drought,
we haven’t had rain in six years,
i’d be happy to bring you
a dust bowl instead.”
i thanked her,
told her:
“i was just
passin’ thru
like the sun,
bearing down
on my madness
sending
her radio raves
into my looney tunes.
she told me:
i didn’t look anything like the sun
and that looney season had passed,
besides,
i’d need a license
from the county clerk
and she ran off
with the last looney loon.
they left last season and
all licenses have expired.
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