by Phillip Larrea
“High in cerulean skies, weeps the statue…”.
She had been on summer sabbatical
To Sao Paolo was it, I think she said?
No, no- now I recollect it was Rio.
She shows snapshots from her trip. Heartfelt pantoums
Using literate words seldom heard ever.
We display our profound appreciation
With golf claps. Her colleague in the back row
Snaps his fingers. The adjunct on the side
Nods, eyes closed, deeply entranced, no doubt.
Next, she anaconds us down Amazon
Pleistocene rainforests. We smell compost.
Last- an ekphrastic of empty pottery.
Smash show! We defenestrate such poetry.