Tuesday, September 12, 2017

A Few Times in the Recent Past

Same time as yesterday
the handtrucks
carry it away. We were masked
in anticipation of the rain.
We’d already renamed all the months of the year
starting with Reptile.
Our records
were sealed.
The gang had gotten lost
amongst all that dubious new construction
out back in the cornfield;
we didn’t hear from them for a week,
maybe more.
We were drawing giraffes
on sheets of graph paper
when the helicopters arrived.
We’d shed our horns by then;
it wasn’t like we needed them 
to tell us that!
Talk about irony
is outlawed around here now.
“It’s a pity,” she said, “and the roses
were just coming into bloom.” 
They don’t post the speed limit
for just that reason.

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