Clap Hands
“Sun and cloud, periwinkle sky,
stick a needle through your eye.”
Mama said at the storefront stay,
but sister and I wanted to play.
“Big gorilla climbs skyscraper,
big black bear hugs forest ranger.”
Matching dresses on twin bodies
matching gumboots on our feet.
“Mama’s bread it can’t be beat,
sourdough or honey wheat.”
So up the hill, sister and I,
jumped in puddles to our shins.
“Spread it thick or spread it thin,
honey, grape jam, margarine.”
Matching hands played clapping games,
we waited, though it took all day.
You wove those random words beautifully, whimsically into this rhythmic poem. I love it. Anthology worthy. Thank you!