City of Dallas trash cans rumble
over side, the wind
of tonight's cold front comes down
from somewhere.
Interesting garbage spilled under
the wheels of the ice cream truck
tweedling a sad, dreary rendition
of some song old people
might have cherished.
Mean, fat kids eat ice cream every
single day, morning, noon and night,
getting meaner, fatter.
A friend once told me light
had changed and was not the same
light of our youth.
Light of Our Youth!
Wonderful to have had such a thing!
Yellow 3 o'clock sun
shadows Dallas today, this light
resembles other light,
other days, other cities.
A big fat face in the sky
cheeks puffed eyes
puffed blows a breath of weather
upon us on the ground.
Same big fat face
Big Fat Face of Our Youth.
I hope some day the mean fat kids
recall the Turkey in the Straw
tune whatever it is
as something precious lost
some song they thought they knew.
