Three new faces selling cookies disrupt my calm
this is my corner no matter, only a minute late
I own this piece of the space-time continuum
everyone knows this is my place
my absence creates no void no vacuum.
Turf is serious there is nothing mysterious
zero lines to draw no deeds to keep
others stay out, keep out, do not disturb
You talking to me, yeah, what you got?
Thin Mints? You forgot? I need Samoas
Tagalongs, Do-si-dos, I park the cello
don’t say delicious Toffee-tastics
not in my zone. Go ahead, sell-out.
I can wait, “Hey, Girl Scout Cookies here!”
milk break serenade, four strings raconteur.
12 April, 2018