Dishonesty comes most naturally
especially when I'm telling the truth.

Some female deer do grow antlers.
The proof: a 17-year-old in Oak Grove,
Missouri, killed one last week.

The shabbiness of my poker face will probably never be mended,
like the problematic toilet I've been quietly avoiding.

On the old iron bridge yesterday, a trick of the wind
made the typically stolid river currents appear to run
pressed against each other in wild opposition.

Tomorrow will remember a straightforward soul, pushing forward
relentlessly into the dark we saw while she was looking into the Milky Way.