Laugh With Joyful Travesty
© Surazeus
2025 11 10

She wonders if she can ever be happy
as birds that flutter in arrogant trees,
but decides she likes to scramble her eggs
between thin slices of grilled sourdough bread
with sliced tomato and pepper jack cheese,
and glass of apple cider angels brewed.

Ignoring incessant rumble of engines
as cars and trucks and motorbikes glide past,
she studies equations for algebra
at small table outside the sidewalk shop
where her mother serves bowls of spicy noodles
to people shopping at the market place.

Two men shout as they argue about money,
then punch each other and roll on the ground
as old dog on the leash barks at their fight,
so she hits them with the broom on their backs
till they stomp away, cursing at the clouds,
then she sighs and naps on the open book.

Young woman in high heels and yellow skirt
runs swiftly past with hair flying in the wind
and shouts something about their scheme gone bad
despite her warnings that no one would heed,
so she wonders why bright clouds never fall
except as rain that cannot manage sorrow.

Reluctant to gamble for her salvation
displayed for sale from the man in the moon,
she offers sandwiches and beverages
to homeless people camped behind the bank
who eat while she performs her magic act
causing beast of despair to disappear.

If anyone can bring out her good side
and make her laugh with joyful travesty,
she might be fooled at their sincerity
instead of searching for their hidden motive
which drives every being on the Earth
to fight for their gain against fateful odds.

When the ship bearing steel ore on the lake
cracks apart and sinks in hurricane storm,
she catches souls of dead sailors with kites,
like the fisherman who hooks fish with hope,
which gives them wings to sail beyond the moon
on sacred journey for the Promised Land.

One fallen angel with storm-crippled wings
limps painfully slow on field of red poppies,
cradling the last dragon egg in the world
to her nurturing breast with tender care
because she wants to conquer every nation
and forge them into empire of the heart.

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Orpheus asks Ophelia where she found the last dragon egg in the world, but she just gives him her Mona Lisa smile as they eat grilled egg sandwiches.

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