POV

As morning fills with bacon smells
the eggs patiently waiting
the splattered grease staking out its zone
my dreams awake
my eyes pop open
today is special

Dad knows atop his shoulders I'll straddle
'til I don't
'til his neck goes tweek
then it's stroller time
the tandem pull-behind
my "to infinity and beyond"

The world knows this hand-me-down stroller's no thing to prize
this rusty scourge of Nature's norm
the sounds ill fit for man
or beast
always needs oil
these wheels long on life-support

But rust on rust
they need not hear
for like the horns from 10th Ave canyons
blaring up and past my window sealed
progress needs little reminding
that aches and pains
are but life's norm disrupted
known as noise of sorts
breaking Nature's calm of sorts
noise being noise of sorts

My bars
their bars
growls sometimes friendly
sometimes not
tweeted song
bellowed song
bringing such laughter
bringing such tears

But back to task at hand
the wheels they do shout
Screezit
Screezit
Screezit

Til Dad's steady hand
drip drip

Scrazet

Scasat

Sca sa

A  sa

Ahhhhh

Little 3 in 1
so little for so much
he loves to say

Quietly we roll
into a subway car loud
silent smiles say it all
the Bronx Zoo looms ahead

That place where imprisoned people
peer in
as other caged creatures
peer out
across their motes
beyond their fenced world
scratching heads and asses
they gaze stupefied

Mom and Dad whisper

Amazing

Simply

Amazing

Yes it is
nod all

Yes it is
thought I
so long ago