As Sambo was tending sheep with his chin at rest on a staff
The purple moon glistened above a pasture where bloomed
Sun flowers within the envelope of sonic booms. Meanwhile
Elmo splashed in the family pool, doing cannonballs off of
A wooden deck, feuding with his big cousin for possession
Of fins, goggles and snorkel. Fredo looked up, straight up
At power lines in the clearest of skies, amazed at his ability
To watch raw uninsulated electricity pulse and spark along.
In the heat of the moment an impatient Dondo shinnied up
The splintered telephone pole like a monkey stuck in its past,
Shagged an empty lunch pail, then clawed all the way down.
Hippos wandered unharmed by swarms of radioactive wasps.
Robo sorted through ashes in the crematorium where Earth
Was extinguished eons ago, those ashes lacking any cinders.
– Thomas Piekarski
Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly and Pushcart Prize nominee. His poetry and interviews have appeared in literary journals internationally, including Nimrod, Florida English Journal, Cream City Review, Mandala Journal, Poetry Salzburg, Poetry Quarterly, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, and Boston Poetry Magazine. He has published a travel book, Best Choices In Northern California, and his epic adventure Ballad of Billy the Kid is available on Amazon in both Kindle and print versions.