crayola holding court by her quonset

barn cat & viva

one day out wandering the path behind crayola's quonset i
found her in a tree describing the sound of john coltrane's

horn to a barn cat & that little girl viva who used to beg
for shoes, i can't remember her words exactly but a deep

drone filled the air like a cedar taking its first breath after
years of waiting for something central to say, something

certain, like crayola's eyes as she presented viva w/the tin
foil that would assist her in welcoming the voices beyond.

Jeffrey Little | Mudlark No. 15
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