Meditation in Z
This sideways N
zooms across a page.
It's a swift zephyr
buzzing through the trees.
It's last in line
of all the other letters
waving a red flag
as the parade zips by.
Z is a bumblebee's song
and an airplane's snarl
as it whizzes through
the azure sky.
Z is the sharp sting
of a poorly executed quiz
and Kylie's smile
when I bought her a ZhuZhu pet.
Zs are elusive
but make a big statement.
When they are by the dozen,
Zs are dreamland
at the end if the day
and exercise when I Zumba.
I have no idea
how to end this poem,
how to leave a zippity-do-dah
instead of a snooze.
so, I'll just stop writing
and turn this terrible
music off and stop turning
my students into zombies.
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