Like the horn of a rhino ground up for aspirin.
Like the face paint of the stone-billed stork.
Like a beautiful young father in his immaculate
White tee-shirt, kneeling sad and disgusted to his jabbering, whining
First born son. A melancholy girl
With long brown hair bends over them. But surely they must have been
Happy? Like a drinking fountain in the mouth
Of an old fiberglass cartoon lion, his big tongue and square teeth, now hidden
In a new grove of softly clicking Chinese
Bamboo trees. Like a colonnade of shimmering live oaks
Discarding puzzle pieces of sun onto the surface
Of the hithering, thithering water of the reflection pool below
Upon which a bronze gnome stands akimbo,
His head tossed back in derisive merriment, almost daring you
To look over his shoulder at the bronze children playing leapfrog
Behind him. The young girl eternally balanced
Atop the back of the crouching boy, her legs split wide
Open, his golden head hovering small between them as a pushpin
Threatened with a gaping pair of needle-nosed pliers. An egg so white
So delicious in the jaws of a cottonmouth. A detour thru a carrousel.
The lethal kick of a giraffe, its razor sharp hoof
As big as a dinner plate.