sun is dumb or dumber
it keeps on shining regardless of the horse
kicking in a small barnyard;
chicken feces and cow dung scattered in the straw
with thick mud,
broken rows of corn.
footprints of the Anasazi point away from a remote cliff dwelling
pinching an inch,
but the inch searching for a destiny
or a worm hole
and the worm
tight inside a conical tunnel
surfing the net with a terabyte instead of an overbite.
i saw the rooster on his fence post sipping a glass of Irish whiskey
reading the Atlantic magazine,
a story about Christopher Hitchens reflecting in his eye,
a smudge of ruby lipstick on his cheek.
a gray squirrel was seen scratching hard dirt for a last bit of seed in an eastern
Pennsylvania late afternoon
in the cold air of a snowless winter.
a hungry Cooper's hawk using her GPS
wearing aviator glasses
looking for a hero for just one day;
and a dead rabbit on a well-traveled rural road.
a medium-sized herd of black Angus cattle
puzzled-looking black eyes
wondering about their evening class in English literature.
across the wide open field
a yellow glow of a fast food restaurant and the smell of French fries cooked in hot oil.
green grass
and cars whizzing
looking for America
where the Cheshire Cat
with a jacket so casually tossed across her right shoulder
was holding nine lives and two aces up her sleeve
listening to The Bee Gees,
grinning,
while three chipmunks,
leaving a post-it note before walking off an empty stage,
waved to a singer sitting behind the theater curtain, sound asleep.
