In big cities—the news of our victories
actually travels
more slowly,
having quite a bit
more vertical
edifices
off
of which
to go—unanswerably ricocheting.
For instance, here
in summer—
it turns
out—World Peace
is only a
slightly more
propitious
version of
its old wars: Cubs
versus White
Sox, Coke against
Pepsi, God opposing most of the things
those teenagers on the corner
are doing—that sort
of thing.
