ANXIOUS PEOPLE TUMBLE AND WHIRL
Strangers in long sleeves always walk toward the wharf.
Strangers with large dogs on the make turned west at the post office.
For me, it was going to be a long abracadabra slide into public oblivion.
Cartoon characters seemed to know better than to bleed
all over the public library walls during any notable heritage month.
Someone dressed up as Buffalo Bill camped out near the flagpole
hoping to meet up with a Paul Revere figure racing across the sky.
Without blinking, I watch flames of laughter fill the air
and push anxiety toward a confused raging sea.
Half of my coworkers have turned into migratory birds.
The other half have turned ornamental for the upcoming holidays.
There must be a code that would release zoo animals from their cages.
The zodiac has determined that my Aries sign needs room for chronic poets.
Before the day ends, more anxious people will seek direction from fallen leaves.
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