Forty Pink Flamingos

The first handful or so
Of years, nobody
Thought to give me
Pink flamingos

Forty pink flamingos
Make me think
You know, with forty or so
You’re thinkin’ now

Forty years, or so
Only a handful pink
And those weren’t really
As pink as all that

Eastern Colorado

Dan and I grew up here
In the wind
Miles from the sea
But in a sea
Of sand

Set aside all the work
All the pain
For a minute
And let us talk
Of play

Plastic horses and men
Kung fu moves
Pigeons and eggs
And the insides
Of frogs

The greatest cat of all
Throwing knives
Tomato bugs
And the reading
Of books

Forget what else there was
Erase it
But keep the cats
Sand, play, frogs, books
And Dan