Had I more than a glimpse of a lake
through a break in a plateau,
had I not suddenly been forced to brake
for Apollo wrapped in polythene,
I might have been emboldened
and gone with the flow.
Even a road resists being led to water
like a lamb to the slaughter
at ISSAC’S TRUCK & TOW
yet smoke had risen with next-to-no-fuss,
calm above the calamitous.