Perspective Force
Peddling the war machine from lemonade stands.
A nickel for a cup full of conflict .
This is how we band together .
Silhouettes of house cats starring out window screens .
Never knowing what its like to live outdoors.
Water fountains ran dry by a glut of the thirsty.
Hot dog carts void of wieners, while buns stand in line.
Full moon for a nightlight to stave off the monsters lying in wait under every bed.
Skeletons play hide and seek behind closet doors.
Forced perspective making the small seem bigger via mythical comparison.
Now you see it. Now you don't. A smoke and mirror reality.
Spring forward , Fall back. Leap frog from one time zone to the next.
Counting the years, punching the clock.Just to find in the end.
That we all showed up to late.
