i think about marrying some farmer’s daughters
four or five of them giving me twenty one sons.
i imagine frequently using the word toil
in my head.
i imagine a swarm of children releasing their balloons all at once
the flags shaking
as their balloons went all the way up
one child began to cry
and the others quickly silenced him.
tonight i plan on seeing lightning strike a television aerial
even though the weather report
has not given me any indication of this
during today’s forecast.