This Potemkin village barely stands.
Even the slightest breeze shakes its walls.
Look closely and you can see the seams
Where the set designer joined them together.
There are no actors or extras, only half-dressed
Manikins beckoning from storefront windows like
Whores in Amsterdam—and, of course, standing
On the sidewalk, cash in hand, their customers.
Behind the curtain, standing in the wings, is Pinocchio,
Nose sharpened into a pencil, palms open, moving
Now to center stage, eyes on the audience, back to his
Maker, waiting for the first tug of the strings that will
Move his enormous painted mouth.
D.G. Geis lives in Houston Texas. He has a graduate degree in philosophy from California State University, and, he’s happy to say, ponders very little these days.