Once Upon a Time

I sat the sunset 

admiring Mount Hood

then came down off my 

dreamy high horsey

bemired in this, that

hundreds of thousands

of contractors all 

make a living from

your, my taxing pool

at the Pentagon.

Now it’s enough I

wake up with these words.

If ‘tis all a dream

I stand for balance . . .

come April fifteen 

ev’ry blasted year.