This is a poem from 2019
I was that little old lady on a folding chair in town, with a cardboard sign at my feet, offering one minute eye contact
BANANA
Young boys
7 of them
Black attired
leather jackets, spikes,
clogs, chains,
hair all black too –
Mohawks, long flowing raven wings
and the bald one with the scar over his left eye
large gloves like bear paws
black boots with steel heels
leather trousers with zippers
where you don’t expect to see them
grinning with white teeth
in a not so comforting way
And then the leader:
He is clad as a banana –
ankle length costume, a small opening to his
shining ivory face, the banana stem
as an antenna on the top of his head
Little old lady sitting on a folding chair
in the marketplace, offering one-minute
eye-contact
The banana prince
takes the chair across her,
mops and mows and
the gang closes in around them
The more he grimaces the
softer her heart feels
how could such an adorable kid
not be loved
No word said
only eye looking into eye
then
universe beyond universe
opens
silent lakes
peaceful radiant waterfalls
after a month or so he gets up
and bows
they walk away in silence
there is space around him
like a yellow pupil in an eye
painted with kohl