Vendor Poetry

SUBSTITUTE ME

BY CHRISTOPHER W.

Substitute me

As John would say

Let it be

I would say

Put it on a shelf

And substitute me

Is beside myself

I went one time

Up on a hill

Found Riding Hood’s pill

Big bad wolf

Up in a tree

What’s so amazing

How you can see

Try as you can

Do what you must

Look out man

You’re going to dust

Substitute me

Let’s me callow

Substitute me

Is my shadow

THEY’RE BACK SATURDAY AFTERNOON

BY JEN A.

I go to the window

When I hear them

Report

Marching in formation

Through the park

Their ultraviolet capes

Sway as they proceed

The gold trim

Glistens in the sun

These old eyes

Can't see the detail

Of their faces

But I sense

Their resolve