Nobody told the morning to arrive

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

or the vans
to empty

or the tractor’s ripper
 to split
 the earth & everything else.

The pre-work
to bury bulbs: sack to hand to below.

How we protect the eyes
 of children
 during horror movies.

Car after car after car after semi  pass

 downroad,
yet nobody
recalls

the widening root
of the masked,

nor
a radio report of patchy  fog
along irrigation
 canal
switchbacks,

 only the peacock who roosts
 the spine of an orchard,
a manic witness

to illuminate
a migrating cosmos.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017