(Just so you know, I usually take a walk after breakfast. And as I leave the dining room I may take a banana with me)
I see this guy walking down the street
with a banana. Switching it from hand
to hand as if he doesn’t know what
to do with it. Well, actually
I’m that guy. I want to write this
from the point of view of another
person. I want to see what he sees.
I should add that I (me again) do know
what to do with that banana. I, as
noted, switch it from hand to hand.
But let’s get back to my third person
persona. Hey, look, he’s looking up
in the sky, like he’s looking for a word.
Maybe he’s writing a poem. I’d
like to see that. I bet it will be
Response by Jordan Trethewey
Ed, Ed, Bo-Bed
Here comes that guy again,
shaking his banana,
passing it from hand
He appears to be juggling,
though not progressing
past step 1.
His peripheral vision
never looks down,
Never loses his berry—
ending up on his arse
in a slapstick routine.
Sometimes his lips move,
brief pauses punctuate
of an internal monologue.
Half-closed lids, partial smile,
and a sing-song step,
lead one to conclude
a search is underway
for another name
to insert in this game.