A ragged outhouse, deep in brambles

If I enter, clothes be shambles

its insides like fire, golden

with tons of bright buttons

one finger to push

feel a great whoosh

and a pop

time stops

door

opens

outside, new

a Venice view

not believing eyes

turn to face the disguise

now a gondola here floats

so I jump into the old boat

a button I seek inside the hull

voila, in French reads “on y va”

”let’s go” with just one touch

in outhouse again

open door then

Eiffel, but

here, I

stay.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 9-2-23