On Fisherman’s Wharf,
Early in the morning,
The children ran and played
Before anyone else was there.
The pier we needed was a short walk away
And we had plenty of time.
But to go anywhere with
Seventeen people is an effort.
“Like turning an elephant,”
I said to my Dad,
As my sister and I started
To sing nonsense syllables,
And turn slowly in a circle,
Taking little steps.
We hadn’t rehearsed this,
But apparently looked so legit
That my dad and brother both thought
We were simply imitating a movie.
No. Art imitates us.
It’s Family Fun Week!
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