On Berlin Street, a vehicle hit a deer. Someone was verbally harassing children on Barre Street. And no cops for miles. People were using drugs at Hubbard Park. Now they see sky, and they remember what they are. On State Street, a missing dog was spotted. Wolf, are you there? I didn’t believe my friends when they first told me. To hell with it. You say, “Yes, yes, no, yes.” And it happens. You keep going. Look at the sunny side, even if your house is burning.
The police hate making lists of all the items stolen overnight from unlocked vehicles – radar detectors, golf clubs, laptops, cameras, sunglasses, CDs, cigarettes, and loose change. But you use things as you need them. Everything flows. Velocity is advancing everywhere. Do you want to die on the hill? Do you think this is going away? They don’t want to turn off the information, ever. You can see everywhere the end of resistance, the dust of this planet, the marvelous clouds.
Originally published in Issue 5 Poets In Unity: Responses to the Election of Donald Trump.
Howie Good is the author of Dangerous Acts Starring Unstable Elements, winner of the 2015 Press Americana Prize. His latest book is A Ghost Sings, a Door Opens from Another New Calligraphy.