Chris Cook

Pushkin Sonnet / Spokane Stanzas Continued

Others erstwhile called you Cookie—
Perhaps due to your cagey way
Of showing normal life is tricky
With colors dancing in the gray
And hidden in the shadows furtive
Fables awaiting light from votive
Candles imparting the glow of grace
On animalia’s inner-space
And humankind’s unlikely pairing
Of metaphoric trumpet blasts
With Fred and Ted tied fast to masts
Of childhood’s daring and uncaring
While Cookie beats the sirens’ rhyme
Into a damn good broken time.