Delicate White Snow Falling

Paul walked west
on the right side of a rural Wisconsin highway.

A cow walked west
and the left side of the same highway.

Paul scanned the flat farmland
through a line of leafless trees

and saw no farmer or farm house
or anything dairy.

The cow occasionally bent over
for a new mouthful of grass.

Paul mentally flipped through
a book on Euclidean Geometry

thinking that is where
an explanation would be.

The cow matched Paul’s pace
and his halts

but not his delving for an answer
to what should not be a question.

Very Bad Thing

Delphi’s shoulders are now much smaller
thus do not hold up the world anymore.

At least she asked for help
and we all pitched in to steady earth’s orbit.

We took turns spreading liniment
on achy muscles we could not reach ourselves.

Delphi made a schedule
so not everyone would help the same day.

Tomorrow we must realign the planet
so Wisconsin is not at the equator.