Perched Upon His Shoulder

Perched upon 
his shoulder

She asks him to
hold her

A nod of agreement 
with a look of 
dismay

She sits facing 
the future

but he is turned 
another way

Only her ankle is
grasped 

Before his feeling 
elapsed

Trapped in this 
position

She must abort 
the mission

When she parachutes 
down

She gets caught
on his crown

Against the 
metal she stays 
banging

But he doesn’t 
mind her hanging

Alison B (c) 1986