Leisureland

    No longer played, the
game is called cosmic crane.
  It’s an abandoned arcade,
    and this booth sports
     a painted rocket,
   tearing toward your
camera. Yoda, Spiderman
 and Peter Rabbit droop,
    hung on the gate in
     front of a mirror.
     Settled in the sea
of plastic hollow balls lies
     a unicorn, stuffed
cadaver, pupils bulging, on
    its side, like a valley
sleeper with bullet wounds.
    Magic horse relaxed
and haunting. BIG PRIZES
 BIG PRIZES repeat twice
    in block letters — fists
thumping glass, foggy from
small hot mouths, vending 
  machine like Christmas
morning, and on the right,
a desperate whack-a-mole,
     every animal skull
   a future, rising like a fig,
   evading its own shadow,
how a groundhog’s cloudy
     ceiling cries Spring.