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On the Plaza de los Charcos Luminosos

1. The Fish in the Plaza
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The Purple Polka-dotted Wheelbarrow

Sutter Street, 2 a.m.

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Woke up this morning,
waved around my eyestalks -
couldn't believe my eyespots.
I felt ugly and slimy.
Never a hangover this bad before!
I oozed to the mirror-fainted dead away.
I was a slug

On the bright side,
forget shaving and phoning -
couldn't call my boss.
Lie in bed all day,
happy in my slime.

But I miss my legs and arms.
Wish I were a cockroach.
Too hard to open the back door to the garden
and my big patch of cabbage.
I'd looked forward to that sauerkraut.

Can't handle the salt now anyway.
I am a slug!

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