A Personal Ad
Sees things, sometimes, that may not be there
Leaves dishes in the sink
Upstairs a mountain meadow
Grass, trees, and flowers, under a high blue sky
And bulldozers, yellow, belching diesel smoke,
Too loud for thought
Too slow to stop
Wandering, ponderous, stupid
metal cows of the apocalypse
But in their muddy wakes the flowers creep
raising heads over rut and ruin
to turn their faces to the sun.
Likes dogs, enjoys cats,
Believes in the dignity of man.