Yes even the mighty
fall and suddenly the state
of one’s hair is of no consequence.
It is of no interest that the cold cherries
were passed over this morning in favor
of toast and jam. The fixed mortgage
and last night’s fish are temporal
as the rivulets weaving down
the windshields. Is there gas in the car,
enough wine for the guests,
do the corduroys fit, will the rains come
tomorrow? It does not matter there is
no tomorrow, even for the mighty.