The bear didn’t mind getting stung on the nose.
A direct line linked his tongue to his brain.
Sometimes he romped and licked his lips,
Sometimes he hid in the cave from the rain.
Truck drivers know when everything is right,
The engine, the direction and the will,
The best part of the rolling highway
Rising the slope of the Midwest hill.
When your mind is together with what you want,
You can feel the ripple to your fingertips,
Angels duck into internet cafes
To write that you’ve won two scholarships.
And there was Cinderella. You would hardly think
That there on the hearth she found a ring.
She had to believe that stuff about the pumpkin
She couldn’t believe her own bedazzling.
Yaacov David Shulman