Saturday’s a dead rabbit in a dandelion
garden and cousins 6th removed named
“Lucky.” Still, hoping for the best,
a water-fed, ten-ton clay box hacks
built-in poverty, preserves the best
word reductions and cucumber radishes.
Much as, sallying forth spews (or dangles)
lavaliers of dead democracies, bombs
and intifadas; we attempt to stay cool.