An attractive employee with mussed hair
pacing outside smoking a cigarette
two construction workers discussing
in simple Beckettesque lines the difficult
old lady impossible to please
with either woodworking or painting
the family pulling up with the camping trailer
ordering the biggest breakfasts they can get
the father with two identical copies of himself
all with crew cuts and turned up noses
trailing along behind
oh McDonald’s microcosm!
I look at my reflection in your window
wondering when it was
I got to be so old and stupid looking
About Michael Estabrook
Coalition of cheetahs, clutch of chickens, colony of bats, caravan of camels, cast of crabs, crash of rhinos, congregation of alligators . . . and what might be the best appellation applied to a gathering of poets? Convocation? Cluster? Chattering? Collection? Clutter? No, no, perhaps cacophony would be the most apt descriptor. Anyway, Michael Estabrook is one of the cacophony, his latest collection of poems being Bouncy House, edited by Larry Fagin (Green Zone Editions, 2016).
