Grinning Across the Shadows and Clouds – Wild Monkey Cry

Well, well –  it seems the monkeys are out,
the water is soiled and the wind blows
down, across my feet and face.

Hair real tangled.

What is it boogie-girl, hot like paste,
cold as snow? My arms feel weak; not one with limbs.

Sad girl cry for boy…

Leave us distant – mend with wind -
try us out; we don’t disappoint. Will dance fast.

Grins across shadows and clouds -
reflecting water; with my open legs and arms,
it is my nature -

Wild monkey cry.

2010 Barry Comer

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Barry volunteers as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and helps teach children with disabilities.
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