thinking about Thoreau at the end of the sixth birthday party
simplify simplify: a nice thought but somebody or your mom must wash your underwear
Thoreau lived deliberately and did not ever
so far as I am aware
separate the whites or
deal with his child's civil disobedience or
hear his name called up his spine
so persistently that he might consider ducking into the coat closet
Did you, Thoreau, ever plan a six year old's birthday party
or contemplate food allergies
test the recipe for chocolate cake with chocolate frosting
or advance confidently in the direction of the store for maraschino cherries- a five year old's only request?
Did you, Thoreau, ever see your daughter so drunk on delight and red40
at the end of her sixth birthday party?
Now watch as I take this glass of wine to the bath
And read the Atlantic and scrub my poor feet with sugar
No one, not even Thoreau, had such delicious solitude
Not even Thoreau had such smooth feet
Today's roundup is hosted by Diane at Random Noodling. Happy Poetry Friday!