My Mantis

My Mantis

And I sat

A gargoyle

At the front table

With my plastic

Cup of water

And the

Resident

Angel

Came in

I wondered

Briefly

Where

The corresponding

Devil

Was

In the room

With the

Small trio

And the

Random pastiche

Of paintings

The lamp was not lit

Outside

Nor was

The tree outside the window,

Still….

Life unfolds

Like paper

The dollar

Ripped

Found its way

To th’ floor

Music is

The way

To find the

Key

To the tree

My mantis

Could dance

Oh how she could dance

She could box

With a man and win…