TRAFFIC

by Stefanie Bennett


As if possessed you hurry along
My garden path
Although there’s an edge to it:
The Azalea
Already beheaded,
The cactus
Deadly plump; chivvying.

It’s a less than Tetley moment.
A reservoir of eyes
Meet keyhole cunning.
What your kind won’t do
For a poet’s assets…
Insidious!
We will have

Rumours aplenty about freedom’s
Lock-stock-and-barrel
Bent heirlooms.
No matter…
Blessedness comes in pairs.
Innoxiously, you missed
The delegated aroma
Of bouillabaisse -, and

The elephant’s trumpeting.

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