Walt Disney
declared—there's
a
great
big
beautiful
tomorrow
shining
at the end of every day—while
Dickinson dared—
there's
that
certain slant of light—
oppressing
and
investing us
with all
the hurt
that heaven can muster;
but looking out—
I just see
a great
big
carrot
up there—
spot-lit fat
and hairy
and orange
and knobby
and whatever—
on a string that's
suspended
from the drop-
ceiling
of a
carousel
somewhere
on a themepark
lot—
the floor
of which seems
to have been rather
listlessly littered
with a few
black
banana peels
which I'm
hardly
concerned about—since the whole rig
kind of
more or less
seems
to be
moving—all
together.
