Beardsley Zoo Poem
Gray pigeons and squirrels trouble
a leafless suburban street,chattering past gas stations
and forgotten hopes, while gray
people slouch in gloveless poverty,
grime-spattered jalopies clattering
through colorless slop.
But some children remember
that on the pine hill, hidden
from the gray houses live yellow
monkeys, screaming cosmic glee
amidst make-believe jungles,
that down the street live rainbows
of tigers,flamingos,and wolves.