Sun's Coming Poem by Juan Olivarez

Pink sheep, in a predawn sky
A fair gulf wind
Don't lose, your sense of humid.

Grackels lining the telephone wires
Encircling the CVS, thousands of avian conversations
Shades of Tipi Hedron.
Sun's coming.

Bruce pulls on his harness
My knees buckle in pain
I curse at Bruce, he blinks at me
Sun's coming.

A giant Peterbilt, Coastal Grocery
Pulls into the local supermarket
Air breaks scream, like a child in pain
Sun's coming.

Breaks screaming, Bruce barks
The pink sheep float slowly away
The Driver of the Peterbilt waves
Sun's here, grackels explode into the sky.

7/14/2018
Alton Texas