Monkey Planet
by Daryl Muranaka
A monkey patrols the lookout
for scraps, picking through trash.
Sticky, brown syrup
clings to his soft gray fur.
Regally, he perches on the roof
of our car. He takes in the view
while calmly disregarding
all our noisy protests.
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June 16, 2008 No Comments