Fiduciary

the relationship between

       blackbird and fencepost, between

the cow and its egret, the field

       and wildflowers overrunning the field—

so little depends upon their trust.

       Here, in God we trust

to keep our cash and thoughts in line—

       in the sky, an unexplained white line

could be the first of many omens.

       But this is no country for omens,

the line as chalky as the moon,

       bleak and useless as the moon

now rising like a breath of cold air . . .

       There is gullibility in the air.