things seem to be
looking up in dreamland;
my assassins, usually appalling,
must be on vacation, and
there is more flying,
and less falling;
the big green puddle
coming from under
the refrigerator
receded on its own,
and the wild fox
running around
on the living room floor
found his own way out
through an imaginary cat door,
which is why
I didn’t get up
this morning
at the usual time, but
turned over again
and dove back in
for more.