We have seen her dismantling, with
quick, precise fingers, piece by piece,
the ugly metallic sculptures that are
lurking here, you know, on every single
side-street, thrusting their obscene,
crooked challenge up at the blue domed
expanse of bright prairie sky.

I get the impression that the crooked
metal things are secretly hoping to
attract some balloons, at least, with
their ugly art, but really, they only
prohibit the balloons from landing on
the real estate at all.

She is almost certain now that the metal
must be growing after midnight because
it is so very black, oddly unreflective
under the inflated moon... but she has to
sleep some time, doesn't she?

04/06/2008