Why shouldn’t he drive into agony as one pulls up to the drive-thru
and why shouldn’t he take a punch like a little sister
and why shouldn’t he bewilder
the
pup by depriving it of its cucci cucci coo
and why shouldn’t he stifle diamond spew
to counter the place that spoke in dust
under
the blood checkered picnic blanket
in
that freezing summer shade
where
leaves returned from the seed’s grave
and
reattached to the Fall trees
where birds’ throats applauded
and
home owners chucked their nests
to make way
for
the eggs gathering round