Ark

by Larry Sawyer

The poet is prone
to circumnavigate the globe
even if it’s only a coffee table
poor Orpheus

this poet is a rare
starfish on a barbecue
that poet is a neon
sign flashing yes

my body goes
when I want it to
I’m not afraid of
snakes

let us defend
Social Security, let us
be nice to strangers
for here comes the flood.