one by one, three, then four, the donkeys
shamble into town, linger at street corners
snuff choice blooms from flower beds
brightening the paths in the town square
someone owns the donkeys, or claims to
but he sets them loose to block roads
surprise & dismay tourists, nibble fruits
the produce sellers shout & rush to rescue
none wear straw hats or ribbon-braided
manes or tails, no, the donkeys are unkempt
are childhood, carnival, insolence, mayhem
nights, corralled under stars, they caterwaul
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