Verandah Porche
	Prima Gravida Wet a goblet. Rub the rim. Imperfection sings. Run the faucet until water bellies. Professor X praised surface tension years ago as I dozed missing how matter bellies. Ninth month. We wait, oafs on a sofa; loaves and fishes in our tauter bellies. I skim the Geographic: Wallaby stashes joey in a pouch to flee from predator bellies. Glossy poses: rage bulges from baggy camouflage: behold, child-soldier-bellies. Grin and spar: Re-enactors mock-make war. Who volunteers for Pieta, Gold Star bellies? Wind lends drama drapery for agony and bliss. Wind groans or coos to mother-martyr bellies. Perfection song: Your turn to be round. Ring true, Verandah. The tongue in this bell never lies. Pacifist Ruminants For shock and awe three centuries ago Swedish cavalry broke moose to the saddle. Bog-strider, briar-breaker, browser, sub-merger, stalwarter than a warhorse-- Moose refused to gallop into pikes and fire. Moose refused-- gun-shy as the trees they wore.