Pandemonium

Panda

put on her pants

and booked a flight on Pan Am

to the Panhandle

to listen to a pan-Indian

flute player (who was not Pan

playing the panpipes,

that was someone else), 
then cooked up a stack of pancakes

in a pan

as she prepared for pandemonium.

About this poem

This poem is part of my Solstice solar year poem cycle, where I write a poem a day from June 22, 2019 to June 21, 2020. The poem a day may get posted on a different day than it was written, or several poems might get posted on the same day. And if I choose to submit a poem to a literary journal, I delete it from this blog before doing so. That's my project. I hope it touches your soul and makes you think. And maybe inspires you to write more poems of your own.