Sun's Coming

Pink sheep, in a predawn sky A fair gulf wind Don't lose, your sense of humid. Grackels lining the telephone wires Encircling the CVS, thousands of avian conversations Shades of Tipi Hedron. Sun's coming. Bruce pulls on his harness My knees buckle in pain I curse at Bruce, he blinks at me Sun's coming. A giant Peterbilt, Coastal Grocery Pulls into the local supermarket Air breaks scream, like a child in pain Sun's coming. Breaks screaming, Bruce barks The pink sheep float slowly away The Driver of the Peterbilt waves Sun's here, grackels explode into the sky. 7/14/2018 Alton Texas