strange to be so quickly crushed
the forces of right and real and gone too soon
turning toward distress, despair, delirium
broken by ordinary dreams while
staring at stars
strange that yesterday arrives today, that
the plants and aphids change partners endlessly
an old woman used to live in that house up there
if an animal was on the road she'd run it down
with her Oldsmobile—she said it
was “bettah-forum”
roads lead to common destinations
and tonight a young man rides in the back of an
ambulance, five holes in his lonely chest
body becoming cadaver as the
ambulance slows in pace
turns off its lights.
strange that tomorrow arrives today, that
the plants and aphids change partners endlessly
strange the resiliency of the last reprieve
strange that the people circle overhead