My Fantasy Today
In bewilderment I woke up in Jerusalem
They were talking about Jesus, and they were spooked.
He was way too wise for a twelve-year old, and
asking questions no one wanted to answer.
They were trying to figure out how to keep him quiet.
When I next awoke, a black cat was wearing my pajamas
He was a beatnik cat from the 60’s,
playing an oversized fiddle.
One of those big ones
that has to sit its butt on the floor.
Not being musical, I do not know the name of it.
It is not a drum or a cymbal, I know for sure.
A catalyst was this cat, in the movement toward peace.
He was the one who pushed for Dr. Martin Luther King’s
Nobel Peace Prize.
I was bewildered when he meowed me this surprising information.
I had only half been listening, playing chess with Nikita at the time.
Yes, Kruschchev. How many other Nikitas do I know?
I am only twelve. It is not like my folks take me on trips.
I have not been out of the state yet.
We talked about the space program,
and made a little side bet about it.
“America will pretend they have won the space race,”
he told me “But they lie.”
This made me mad, being an American.
I was a hopeless devotee of his, however,
For unlike my grandparents,
Kruschchev was kind, and let me win sometimes.
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