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Appetite
Voracious are they
for change
Like the TV viewer switching channels they switch
locales refusing to settle as if seated before
a voluptuous buffet:
the compound in Kasongo
the tent in Copiapo
traded next for the hilltop cabana
and then for the colonial in suburban St. Paul
Cycle the relish tray
for a new church each Sunday
Pour from the pitcher
three classes in literature
Ladle from the kettle saxophone solos
sprinkled with craft fairs and festivals
in the aim to devour every possible flavor
believing time is finite and a month must be swallowed
in one bright day
Their house not a home
but a base of operations
from which to be launched
over freeways and oceans
convinced racing through borders
erases human divisions
Their faces a collage of Lutheran prairies
British Isle winds
Jamaican plantations
Talking to them is like
spinning the globe
~Shoshauna Shy
This is the 90th poem Shoshauna Shy has had accepted for publication. She is the author of Souped-Up on the Must-Drive Syndrome. Email her.
© 2000 by Shoshauna Shy. All Rights Reserved.
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