Poet Dances with Inanimate Object

--Cornelius Eady

The umbrella, in this case;

Earlier, the stool, the

Wooden pillars that hold up

    the roof.

This guy, you realize,

Will dance with anything—

—He likes the idea.

Then he picks up some lady’s discarded sandals,

Holds them next to his head like sea shells,

Donkey ears.

Nothing,

         his body states,

Is safe from the dance of ideas!