6 august

there's a mixup at the market
the bears are in the bulls and the cart's upturned
all the stock is chock full of check marks
hearkening back to tickertape days
the pneumatic tubes used at banks for lollipops
the doubt that drops and the index that climbs
aligning our pockets with turned-over leaves
seizing the days we're confused
unused to the attention and the care already given
we've driven this far and the car still starts
nowhere to go but it's time to depart