KEY LIME PIE
by
Kenneth Pobo
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Voyeur telescopes
have excellent vision
but can't see a small
planet beyond Pluto
where an all-nite diner
serves outrageous key
lime pie. Clara
brings a slice with piping
hot coffee. Curmudgeons
yawp about how Andromeda
used to show better films,
but things today, well,
what can you do? The door
opens to a place that makes
Antarctica feel like Venus
Di Milo. Not
many young people stay. They
head for some Vegas
asteroid a few million miles
away. Clara misses
her daughter Terri who spins
a roulette wheel and dances
in a cage of solar wind.
Sometimes, on slow nights,
Clara puts her head in her hands
and cries over a fresh slice,
her hair a blooming lime
orchard. Blossoms fall
under her tongue.
She returns to work, flirts
with a cowboy comet
waving shyly at the window.
First appeared in the Gopherwood Review (print journal).
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Kenneth
Pobo In July 2008, WordTech Press is publishing a new book of my
poems called GLASS GARDEN. My work appears online at Forpoetry.com,
Three Candles, Adirondack Review, Idlewheel, and elsewhere.
I enjoy doing my radio show, "Obscure Oldies," on
Saturdays from 6-8pm EST at WDNR.com.
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