One of those white faced street actors mimed me
and I punched him in the nose for it.
The white face rubbed off on my knuckles.
The white face migrated to my face.
I was scared and wanted to scream,
but my mouth opened wide and no sound came out.
I felt boxed in and measured the exact size of my box.
It was thirty-seven and a half hands cubed.
I learned how to pull a rope.
The rope I pulled drew the white clouds across the sky.
copyright © 10 Apr 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney