Ordinary Notions of a Hoedown

Nevertheless, we’re in the thick of it now.
No sunblock or pineapples jumping the fence
in the face of a malnourished grasshopper kid.

How can Abraham and Vijay idly string along like that?
You’d think their tap dance rhythm had diminished since the fire.
But there they are, a clopping pair bereft of innovation
and clinging to their ordinary notions of a hoedown.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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