Walt Disney
for Mark McWatt

roller coaster ride, winds, twists, rewinds,
returns to where the poem commenced

tracks to guide it to its outermost reaches
and back again

strapped in, you’re safe,
unless the tracks collapse or something breaks

chance you take between when you pick a pen up
and when you put it down


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2006
2:04 a.m. 26/july/06