Poem for Wednesday and County Fair Fun

Unpacking a Globe
By Arthur Sze

I gaze at the Pacific and don’t expect
to ever see the heads on Easter Island,

though I guess at sunlight rippling
the yellow grasses sloping to shore;

yesterday a doe ate grass in the orchard:
it lifted its ears and stopped eating

when it sensed us watching from
a glass hallway—in his sleep, a veteran

sweats, defusing a land mine.
On the globe, I mark the Battle of

the Coral Sea—no one frets at that now.
A poem can never be too dark,

I nod and, staring at the Kenai, hear
ice breaking up along an inlet;

yesterday a coyote trotted across
my headlights and turned his head

but didn’t break stride; that’s how
I want to live on this planet:

alive to a rabbit at a glass door—
and flower where there is no flower.

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We went out to get bagels right after I got up on Tuesday so Goldberg's wouldn't run out of whole wheat everything bagels, plus we filled up on gas in case there's another mini-shortage from the hurricane pipeline shutdown, and that was the most excitement I had all day. Well, we did take a walk and the drizzle held off, but we only saw one bunny. Even my Voyager group was low-key and did not watch an episode because two people were busy with family they hadn't seen since before the pandemic, but it was still fun to hang out and chat. 

I sort-of watched Supergirl, though we were trying to make flu shot appointments online at the same time and it was unnecessarily complicated (Walgreens' web site kept insisting that my insurance member number was too few digits though I was typing it right off the card) so I'm not sure I know what was going on either with the prisoner-aliens or with Dreamer. I was paying more attention to Miracle Workers because it's such fun to see poor Daniel Radcliffe suffer. Here are some photos of fun at the county fair midway, though I rode no rides this year!