People Circle Overhead

strange to be so quickly crushed the forces of right and real and gone too soon turning toward distress, despair, delirium broken by ordinary dreams while staring at stars strange that yesterday arrives today, that the plants and aphids change partners endlessly an old woman used to live in that house up there if an animal was on the road she’d run it down with her Oldsmobile—she said it was “bettah-forum” roads lead to common destinations and tonight a young man rides in the back of an ambulance, five holes in his lonely chest body becoming cadaver as the ambulance slows in pace turns off its lights. strange that tomorrow arrives today, that the plants and aphids change partners endlessly strange the resiliency of the last reprieve strange that the people circle overhead