I examine current events the way I squint my eye at my cornfield
spread so beautifully with frozen cow manure studded with seed,
a banquet for, oh, frabjous day! Horned Larks.
The similarity ends with the studious scrutiny, however.
No elation, no lift of spirit when I tick through the chaos
careening to & fro in my dear country in the halls of power.
Not giving up, I will continue to