good night bomb cyclone

 

where do the herons go

where does the armenian grandmother

pour her tea

where do palm tree squirrels

cache their nuts

where does the octogenarian couple

wear wigs and hold hands

where does the pentecostal pomeranian go

where does the flooded freeway go

when saturated succulents shed limbs

and soft dates wrested from their perch

litter the empty walkway

outside the subaru dealership

at night

when the rain picks up again

when the sprinklers turn on

and the bellagio of ecological farce

climaxes

i turn off the white noise machine