"Upon Hearing of Another Marriage Breaking Up"
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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.