Typed Word Series

Talk so Much

He didn't talk

He didn't play

In his bedroom

Or buried in books

At least, they exclaimed,

He doesn't talk to coat hooks!

They tried and tried

To show him the way

Of words ever tumbling

Busy bodies never resting

But these talkers, these doers

Had no jock on their hands

Nor even a nerd cliche

Just a kid with not much to say

A problem to solve

With lemon honey cures

Or eastern seaboard tree tours

for a slipping elm

or a talkative old psych

But nothing! No how! No way!

The kid still had not much to say

So they rushed him away

"By now he should've learned,

We give him enough practice"

The doctors were nonplussed

So they hashed out plans of action

The parents gesturing & commiserating

The doctors commiserating & gesturing

Commotion so distracting

The kid didn't see the nurse

At least at first

With her bright purple hair

And orange scrubs for flair

She stood beside him

To see what he saw

"They all talk quite a lot," she said

And understood why he'd withdraw

"Dontcha think?" she added

With a happy guffaw

He nodded shyly and confided

"I'm quiet like a moth

'Cause they say it all for me

I never open my mouth

So I keep flying the skies"

"How do you fly?"

Her green eyes wide in surprise

"How else," he said

And tapped his head

2/25/13