I like you, Walter Mitty—
how you fit in unintrusively
with your ordinary haircut
and your neatly ironed shirt,
with your monotone cardboard tie
and your clementine cake.

I like you, Major Tom Mitty
for having Bowie in your ear,
and Cheryl in your heart
with the courage to finally take off.

I like you, ghost cat Walter Mitty
ordinary as can be
you remind us all,
what we all want in life—
to be held like the last light of day.

In a world gone shallow,
in a world gone mean,
you deserve to be
on the final cover of LIFE magazine.