Sunday Morning

The mullah wore beautiful shoes
Celery pickers don't get enough calories
Ice or snow arriving every Friday
In the western desert they paint pilgrimages on houses
The average Joe merits how many acres of junk mail
An eighteen-wheeler could potentially accordion as many cars
I wonder if they'll ever get that novelist
They're thinking of making the street one-way
The ice skaters are sharpening their blades
The public holds onto their hats, their stocks, their president
Downtown cannot be saved by skate-boarders
The latest storm hits elsewhere and on Thursday
Unnamed sources might just kneecap the reporters
Truck stop chapel does booming business
Another smiling athlete sees flashing metal
How much land was lost and where did it go
Finally, ripe tomatoes in mid-winter
Do you think we'll have a war

-- Ellen Doré Watson