Eleanor Carter had been a real dish—
“like Wedgwood Blue china,”
she would say.
She had ripened into an Heirloom tomato,
ready for Jesus to claim
& pluck from the aging vine.
When she learned how
to take a selfie,
all ribbons & bows—
becoming an Internet sensation.
And Eleanor found that she was no longer
the cat’s meow,
Cuddles was the dog’s bow-wow.
There were kitties for old biddies,
doggies for old foagies,
playmates for playdates,
and roommates for reasonable rates.
There were ads for crash pads,
clunkers for cash and cash for junkers;
“Wanted” posters of women gone wild,
and want ads for men in argyle.
There were notices of whimsical weapon auctions,
quilting circles, and square-dance partners;
scrapbooking socials and ice cream anti-socials,
Post-It notes and fliers to get out the vote.
There were business cards for back waxes,
ferly perms, and back income taxes;
announcements for risky business seekers,
perfumed piano teachers, and jouncy JED speakers.
There were circulars selling some things old, some things new,
some spouses to lend, and some things Wedgwood blue;
all were held up with pushpins and thumbtacks—
the needs of the community pinned to its cork.