His pink pants demand attention
to look and see the man standing
like a teapot -- “I’m a little teapot
short and stout. Here is my handle,
here is my spout” rattles through
my mind trying to combine images
bumping like kaleidoscopic
colors tumbling in cylinder turns.
The man chats on his cell phone;
a purse dangles from his arm
while his left arm poses
on the other side for balance
and for a moment
He smiles. I smile.
I wonder what he sees.
Diane Webster enjoys the challenge of transforming images into words to fit her poems. Her work has appeared in El Portal, North Dakota Quarterly, New English Review and other literary magazines. She also had a micro-chap published by Origami Poetry Press in 2022.