“Since You Asked” Sonnet
Maurice Oliver

What I want? A pair of 3-D
glasses at an all-night
movie. A red bandanna big
enough to cover one eye.
To sway gently back & forth
in a car someone else drives.
Air with no boundaries & a
vacancy sign that blinks at
the proper intervals. One
freshly dug hole just large
enough for a cigar box of
dog bones hidden in marshy
ground. Sweet rolls on fine
china with thick slices of
dinner meat on a separate
tray. No mysteries. I want
to know that wild horses
run free & that the bathroom
curtain can blow in the
breeze even as I ponder
the nagging notion that the
only time I seem to sit still
is on the toilet & even then
that’s spent reading.

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