The Trick to Life

The Trick to Life

Pushing the wheel uphill

he seized the day,

eyes on the squirrel, cautionary

tail up flared

swervy down.

Thinking about what you are

doing now,

and what you have to do next.

No tense. Pre-

tense,

pretend.

So cold it made him look mad (she said),

while the thundering winds pushed

dry corn fields to the left.

Air –peppered.

Peel rubber.

Hammer on.

African sculpture, door-stop.

Iron- cast.

Plaid –flannel.

Fire -toast.

Blast -furnace.

The world here is perfect.

I’m gazing at you,

ride and  turn.

 BK

November 2