Ricky Garni

Waltz Time

A dolphin can jump in waltz time.
Anything can be in waltz time. It’s easy.
All you have to do is miss the last heartbeat
 
out of four. The last heartbeat comes,
here it comes, and you say, “I’m sorry –
what did you say?” And your heart
 
plunges back into the water. It
counts to one.
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Destiny

My telescope is in the parking lot
aimed at the gymnasium.
It looks just like
a camera in a parking lot.
Ho Ho! It is quite deceptive!
with its looks and how it is aimed
at the door of the gymnasium
in the manner of a camera.
Strong men, strong with muscles,
leave the gymnasiums through the doors
that they open. Their muscles are wet.
They see my telescope and become angry!
My telescope is pointed towards
the strong men of the gymnasium.
It appears to be a camera
but it is really not
and their muscles become larger as they run
and more wet as they run
Towards me and my telescope
which I am picking up in order to carry∞ 114 ∞
with me as I run away quickly
upon my legs which run very fast!
I must run fast!
But I am afraid that I do not
run fast enough!
I run as fast as I can,
but I do not spend enough time
at the gymnasium!
The strong men spend many hours
at the gymnasium.
What have I done?
Nothing!
Nothing!
How I wish I were planting
hibiscus flowers
in a garden
or eating a hamburger
with a pickle on its bun!


 


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Ricky Garni is a writer and cyclist born in Florida and living in North Carolina. He was recently published in BEECHER’S MAGAZINE, RIPRAP and EGG. His latest work is entitled DOTS, a book with an important box in the middle.