In heaven horseshoes are made of tightly woven horsehair.
When horses die they sleep in the ocean.

When children grow up they divide into their possessions,
and their possessions are invincible.

The first time I saw a gun fired
an older Boy Scout

missed a porcupine in a pine tree
and didn’t fire again, though the porcupine

didn’t move from the bare spot
on the high branch pointing straight up.

My mind tastes bitter this morning. I’m fortunate
enough, green leaf.