Saw an upside-down horse in a puddle.
Was a cloud playing a trick.
Saw a petrifying ruckus in the mud
where a devil lay face-down laughing
before being plucked up into the sun.
Such is our salvation: junco feathers
snagged in a rose bush. No need to look
for anything brighter, or darker. What
isn’t storm-pummeled into the dirt, shines.
Yesterday, drove by two workers hugging
in a field of watermelons. Looked like
it must have been a good year although
they probably irrigated like crazy.
I too am sick of instruction, my friend.
I’d say it’s fifty-fifty she’ll come back
and I don’t know the half of it.
You do the math. At the dog food store,
the bat wings look to be the first to sell out.
Apparently it’s not a good year
for fairy princesses, at least as far
as dog costumes go.
TODAY IN SLATE
Meet the New Bosses
How the Republicans would run the Senate.
The Government Is Giving Millions of Dollars in Electric-Car Subsidies to the Wrong Drivers
Scotland Is Just the Beginning. Expect More Political Earthquakes in Europe.
Cheez-Its. Ritz. Triscuits.
Why all cracker names sound alike.
Friends Was the Last Purely Pleasurable Sitcom
This Whimsical Driverless Car Imagines Transportation in 2059
- Protesters Take to the Streets to Sound Alarm on Climate Change in New York, Across the World
- Knife-Carrying White House Jumper is Vet who Feared “Atmosphere Was Collapsing”
- North Korea: American Sentenced to Hard Labor Wanted to Become “Second Snowden”
- Almost One in Four Americans Support Idea of Splitting From the Union
Did America Get Fat by Drinking Diet Soda?
A high-profile study points the finger at artificial sweeteners.