I Within a forest crowded Of blackbirds, brown bears, red men, white, Waldo is where? II There is no forest Or no pages. There is no book Or no Waldo. III You, I and he climb to a hilltop Watch the sun go light the fringe aflame On a red white scarf. The wax he melts into we roll in hand, make Waldo anew. IV Bearded men in red; Fat women in red; Lionesses in red; Trees in red; Russian spy impostors: Democracy is a choice. V On the top tree branch of the tallest green pine in the deciduous forest A man named Waldo squats naked cawing at the crows. VI Waldo knows. Knows he knows his mother. He knows his pop. Waldo knows he knows his sister With the 18 hour 18 hour 18 hour bra bra bra. VII She led a horse to water But could not make him drink So she led him to Waldo. VIII Twenty miles and Three pages gone From the forest A surly sailor-type hauls a crate onto a ship at a bustling marina Has Waldo tattooed in a heart on the hairy bicep of his right arm. IX The trees are moist. Waldo must be urinating. X You ask where is Waldo? But Waldo is in the tree. I ask who is Waldo? And silence spreads over the forest. XI It was Passover all breakfast. We were eating bread And we were going to stop. Waldo should not have Drank from Elijah’s cup. XII When Waldo awoke I walked the rim of his spectacles. An embarrassing terror he shrieked. His left thumb mangled me. XIII Into the woods I venture to say I ventured one day. For Waldo I searched. I found Waldo perched In a hammock stretched between two maple trees in the lower left corner of the 12th page. With apologies to Wallace Stevens and Colum McCann. Image Credit: Flickr/Si1very.