Plaza Tour

stop one: the map detects
a spongy islet, and a raconteur
showboating with his micro-
phone dangling around a statue.

stop two: a heavy meekness and a bevy
of artichokes glamorized in steel.

stop three: up the alley
behind the parking garage,
a small stream with coats
available for the gallant,
notebooks too busy busy
describing the moment with
fragile gold pens.

stop four: the tour bus slows,
engine whining like Disneyland,
and out the window
Walt’s artistic location,
where his plasticine
film loops ricocheted through
the Bastille creating a mouse
whose squeaky voice sang
steamboat songs for kids
too young for opera.