Oh
Gosh
Fiddling
with my food and bendable straw
Sitting
at home in the kitchen with nothing to do
The
ice in my cup melts as the arrow on the clock ticks
Hiding
next to the door, I spy a dusty can of paint
A
few feet to the left is a can opener
Struck
by inspiration, I fetch the silly string,
The
sand bucket, powder left over on the chalkboard
And
some left over pieces of sweet Hawaiian bread
I
pick up the telephone and dial
Searching
for mischievous companions
Dashing
through sprinklers, like heroes in the heat
We
find an innocent bench next to a pool
With
Obama’s comforting face boasting about the IRS
Bright
green paint splatters his face
Silly
string everywhere as if he won the election again
Next
a cloud of chalk covers the scene
Despite
the mess, a flock of crows and pigeons
Hurry
to devour the crumbs of the littered bread
What
doesn’t hit the flimsy wooden bench
Thrashes
into the cool blue pool
Birds
diving into the colorful water for bread
Smothered
in chalk, green paint and silly string
Like
mermaids flying out of the hidden city of Atlantis
Soaring
like colorful kites emerging from the chaos
Enjoying
the feast and its festivities
The
distant wailing of Chellos grow louder
Deserting
the pool and bench that we brillianted
Like
Paul Revere, I, Abhishek, yell
“The
police are coming! The police are coming!”
OH
GOSH
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