We were in for the big fix
city of jelly below us
burning clouds above
these venal circumstances
two steps up to glory but not one thin rain
at the ice cap—
cellphone ajar—
minutes accrue—
Oh never mind.
Wake up and smell the farmhouse
How much you are loved
is a status thing
the bar code in the ear of the farmer’s
pig doubles back That ring
was alive and I knew
it would be you