Poetry selection from the 2006 issue
Worry, the Kangaroo
by Joanne Lowery
chases you across his continent
boing boing boing
dukes up for a quick one-two.
He can wallop you with his tail,
stomp you with size 20 feet,
chomp a chunk with his big buckies.
Should you survive the encounter,
the joey in the pouch will finish
what other marsupials started.
An inch long, naked as a rat,
it peeks over the edge of its mom,
jumps when the world jumps:
life is nothing but ups and downs.
While you crawl to the last waterhole,
he’s right behind you getting a free ride.