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Sleepover

                                                                  

 

Could there possibly be a better Friday-night notion

Than sleeping over at a friend's house,

After a long, long week of test-taking and project-making, at school,

Or even if you're at the almost-end of a ten-day vacation

And you're trying to prepare your mind for the long, long flight home?

 

And could there conceivably be a better sleepover venue —

Better for running sorta, kinda controllably crazy,

Through acres and miles of weird, one-of-a-kind furniture

Of the French and Belgian Art Nouveau curlicue variety,

With a don't-touch Majorelle and Gallé étagère or vitrine thrown in,

 

To make the wild cut-in-and-out-and-around-and-to goose chase,

Between Savvy Lei'llima and Parker Kekoa,

All the more interesting, difficult, daring, and sillydiculous,

Not to mention the possibilities for seeking and finding retreats

Especially exciting, when each space is a guaranteed hiding place?

 

Most likely not, not if that Friday-night sleepover house

Is built, instead of with straw, sticks, or bricks

(As were those of the fabled fairy-tale trio of little piggies),

With Tiffany stained- and French cameo glass,

Naked-lady posters by Mucha, Berthon, Privat-Livemont, Toussaint,

 

And run by awesome innkeeper Old D, Grandzo's new best friend,

Whom the kids still dare not call "boyfriend" or "lovey lover,"

Not for fear of offending my sensibilities but theirs,

Since the memory of Grandpa Jim, though seven years faded,

Is yet too recent, palpable, with them, to let go.

 

Then it's time for a movie, another one with a good story

And an accompanying moral about telling the truth, decrying greed,

Not bullying the underdog or wimp or nebbish or nerd,

One that concludes on an all's-well-that-ends-well note,

To cement the message that good intentions trump bad, ten to one.

 

Sleep, direly needed, can't come soon enough, for me, at least,

On my pallet a million feet or so west of the guest room,

Where Grandzo and Savvy are sharing the queen-size bamboo bed

And Parker has chosen his plot of promised land, on the carpet.

My home has never been decorated with such happiness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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