if the ribbon of Tahquitz creek was to suddenly be cutoff the emerald fields of grass would begin to wither most rabbits slowly displaced that coyote family downstream would be forced to drink from distant sprinkler puddles and frogs would need to hold an emergency meeting to choose an emissary to go upstream to negotiate an end to the blockade which would simply be a plea for the polliwogs, the children, who will suffer the most and die gasping in drying mud, unless they l

drones flagpole cameras car trackers and find apps ring doorbells, hidden monitors satellites and security surveillance, why try to break the law these days, if somewhere, something or someone sees and knocks on your door in the middle of a mouthful of pizza or an orgasmic dream and lassoes you to your crime? why try to get away with anything? because every so often, stupid thinks it’s smart because, and this is all of us, we like to lie a little to ourselves and

I hear later this week we’re having a July day in March a day of hard shadows and fire, the sun turning up its burner to blister the skins of spring yet to harden while young leaves and flowers extend their arms to the warm candle a flamethrower will blow them back things will burn, animals will press into shade and everything will drink whatever they can and we may wonder about the world we live in, how bad news carries its own weather and the extended forecast app