Open to interpretation

Open to Interpretation

She’s a tricky little bumble bee,

that Miss. Muffet

with no Tuffet,

walking over the rainbow.

She places one foot in front of the other;

on the violet only.

Step. Step. Step.

Thin candy lacquer:

The razor edge of a just about finished jolly rancher.

Transparent

Sugary

Shining

The dismount is flawless.

A 10 on the Richter Scale.

She claps the chalk off her hands,

wipes it down onto her thigh,

and sprints for the concession.