dummy

Sometimes, as we’re dreaming, as the mall
around us ceases to exist, is emptied of its kids,
adults, kites, radical bookstores, philosophies,
food courts, chocolate chip cookie stands, glass huts,
watch repair shops, gourmet coffee sellers–
anything that might impede discovery–
we push the cloth back and make the man behind it
work for us. He pulls a lever and down comes a crane.

Meanwhile, the fountain behind us continues to spume:
we sit with our backs to the water and eye the plants:
and the plants eye us.