The Pope slips on his cast in the morning.
His poodle takes sips from golden bowls.
Being contemporary calls for a nap
under the rain
in the park
being sniffed at by children
who want to play Frisbee but
you don't know
how. You didn't go to college
under the sun. You didn't live amongst bricks.
Frisbee is difficult. Circles,
grass, trajectory;
unpleasantness, all.
The modern cell phone is a cucumber.
If the matter matters
they'll reach you by post.
If the horse breaks
they'll send fire.