The orange-and-brown-on-light-olive ottoman beside the truck on the side of the road next to the gas station out on the mesa is apparently for sale. Pathetic, no, but funny, and funnier still when we stop to buy it for five dollars,
The birds in our county were bees / and the bees were rough nuggets of light. / The green ponds we soaked in were trees / and the thunderheads’ bellies were white.