somehow the
lions
came to us
showed us their soil
showed us their drink

regal and
talented
and arrogant
not needing accolades
not needing the fools gold

we travel
and we toil
and we drop
and we flop

the lions exerted a dusty sigh
flashed a grin
drew us in, drew upon our
unforeseen skills

held a mirror up to our desire
they were a mirage
they told us what we already knew
but we were not bold
enough
to open these cans of worms

© Tom Watters  9/21/06