Thirsty? They race across ampersands,

scrolling. He isn’t sure it’s his head.

There’s a delay right now. Smoke backed up.

Ladies please remove hats.

It was all over by morning. The village idiot

was surprised to see us. “… thought you were in Normandy.”

Like all pendulums we were surprised,

then slightly miffed at what seemed to be happening

back in the bushes. Keep your ornaments,

if that’s what they are. Return to sender, arse.

At the intersection a statue of a policeman

was directing traffic. It seemed likale a vacation,

halloween or something. Process

was the only real thing that happened.

We wove closer to the abyss, a maze of sunflowers.

The dauphin said to take our time.