Along Eccentric Boulevard

 

At an intersection between confusion and grandiosity

rag people take unscheduled turns into “No Outlet,”

rummaging through trash cans and dumpsters,

wander into the bazaars of thrift stores and flea markets

to salvage yesterday’s costumes for dress up

in black bowlers, canes, 20’s hats festooned with

paper flowers, shaggy shawls, ankle length dresses,

Art Deco sunglasses, oversized dangling earrings

 

These harlequins of the byways wander willy-nilly

in their freedom to be odd, whispering to themselves

along boulevards of large cities, fiercely guarding

new found marvels in large paper sacks, one in

each hand, eyes on the lookout for pirates and police

 

Motorists hurtling past sidewalk oracles pushing

stolen grocery carts stuffed with homemade lifetimes

will one day want their grandchildren to have what is

hidden in those bundles of the collected self but they

don’t know it yet, smirk smugly instead to themselves

they really don’t give a damn

 

They hold their steering wheels tight, eyes fixed

between dotted lines leading outside city limits

into cul-de-sacs where leaves are always raked,

doors always locked against what startling spectacles

are soon to cartwheel down the dead end streets that

guard them against the strange and vast unknown