You can cover a foot
With skins of scales,
If you perceive
Scales to be
Your skin.

(Beer on her beath… her beath?
Yeah, what the hell. … She’d checked
Out the front door, dogs were barking,
Saw her dead-end end neighbors walking by
With friends, presents piled high.)

(She hailed, “It’s you! So glad
To see you! I’ve your Christmas
Chex Mix inside. Would you like it?”)

You can sever a yard
Of skin when Hubbarded,
If you perceive
Hubbard, once living,
Your skin.

(“Yes, please!” I heard the husband,
In passing, “She makes the best… “to his
Walking companions. I smiled, inanely,
And dashed back inside. I’d gotten her,
The wife, a tiny purple glass dragonfly
Bought for two bucks at a craft fair.
She collects them.)

(“Oh, joy to me!” I think. She has four kids
Under ten, and an extensive family life. I
Delivered the gift at this moment
Given! My girls are heading home
After a day of fun shopping, I’m
Writing a poem, even when stopping…
Oh, Joy to Me!)

You can lever a mile
When skinned in concrete
If you perceive
Concrete to be
Your skin.

(Even with
‘Beer on her beath’,
She felt good.)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/22/07