I see myself
in the thicket-as a little girl
with a gleam in her eye
and beat in her step...
She skips along the wooden planks
deep inside the Olympic rainforest-
well ahead of the rest.
She hums
and notices her small feet-
Left...
Left...
Left- Right-
Left-
(and nothing but gingerbread left...)
Sing the Song, they pled,
their wise eyes smiling wide
and iron-shod feet shuffling
a long...
"'Twas in Yokohama,
I met this-black mamba-"
No, no, no-Not wrong!
use the words I taught you,
my grandfather groaned.
"'Twas in Yokohama, I met this hot mama
selling radishes, octopus,
rice and dried squid..."
What was her name,
the other old GI Joe requested-
"Her name was Suzuki,
she was a sharp looking cookie
and she was built like
Brick Chicken House!"
The old men giggled gaily
at the little memory
of their recondite life, that day they
Left the wife
lost in translation
under tropical reverie
the next generation, skipping
a long...
"Chick-a-dee, chik-a-doo
chick-ah-ku, chikaku"
Photo By Unknown or not provided (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Conifer seedling arising from charred Timberland (post clear cut) Olympic National Timberland.
