TORONTO, c. 1949
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 The Book of Possibilities |
Overhead, surrounding
(Could have been stereo except
It was years too soon)
The hum of the brand-new crystal set
If I think hard
I can just hear the traffic on Bathurst but
I'd much rather listen to
My friends – they are. . .
Amos and Andy (I am Andy because I hate girls)
The Shadow (where I get to be Lamont himself
Mysterious and invisible)
The Lone Ranger (where I am the masked rider of the plains
With my faithful sidekick Tonto the Indian Brave)
Tonto's hair is up my nose (not the Indian's, my cat's)
But I can't sneeze or I'll miss something
The floorboards press my face close
To the buzzing underside of the magic box
And sawdust from the cracks between them
Fill my teeth with woody bunnies
It is Saturday again
And I am lying under the radio in the living room
With the cat on my face
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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