poem || Sheila E. Murphy

One Big Happy

Chivalry portends chivaree,

entonces, la libertad, as we have

known it [equals

among equals] fallen prey to

“Let us”

ponder yonder

underneath

the big blue bodice

of humidity, whose dignity

mirrors docents of propinquity,

who hold up images

of prior thought,

and what was thought,

some Carolinian defection

to the mood ring
of ulterior motives in the anterior?