Florida

They’re still at the

zoo, I see. Simple-

minded simians. Limited to

grunts & gestures.

Two of them

beat their chests.

I imagine their

patterns of thought

but come up empty. Observing

them, it’s clear they cannot

think. Nothing that they’ve done

has been indicative

of such.

Though I wonder if they

dream. Of swinging from the trees

in Sarasota.

As for the gorillas,

they’ll pass around an

orange with panache.

Divvy the slices equally.

One that slips his

arm between the bars, snatching a

crumpled hat from off

the ground. It’s been windy

this fair day, so he won’t be

trying it on although it fits.

For red is not his colour.

Nor America, ever Great.

Andreas Gripp

March 19, 2026

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