It isnít as though anyone
listened much in those days ó-
in movies slinky post-War women wore
tight-woven soft black straw hats
lightly brimmed, alluring veiled,
and post-War girls wore shiny black
patent leather shoes.
Inside their soles Buster boys and
plucked promises that only Letís Pretend
Halcyon days of Ralston and Cream of
were not at all like these where everything
for grabs goes tediously unresolved.
alfalfa fields nod quiet in the blaze
of July sun,
and arroyos flood sudden violence down
and never reach the wine-drunk sea.
Every season someoneís brother drowns.