Craig Rebele
from The Abilene Paradox

17

I am just a grizzled old man.

By I, I mean, that
goat of yours.

By grizzled old man,
I mean syphoning the
sea into itself,
until, as the sun rises,
a bird, still shedding on
your carpet, transforms
into the stolen bucket.

We can be unhappy about
the distance
but can't change the
fact that I'm
always right.