Hanging over what is
now a pastured
pile of highway rubble—busted-
up chalkdusty con-
crete slabs and
pieces jammed out at all angles—a horse-
powered pack of unreal
cranes dangling masonry
is not just fixing-
on building
a steep offramp to some-
where—it's furious-
ly demolishing
the tall fictions
that hereto-
fore existed
bliss-
fully down
in the
thin and big
pages of an idyll-
ic blueprint somewhere.
Meanwhile—on the other
side of the
chaos—caucused horses
grounded in clover swish calm
and wonder—
what's any of this
dust got to do with
wild oats alfalfa grass straw hay or heck maybe
even dangling—
carrots for extra motivation.
