the chicken
(a good egg, really)
crossed the road
(we wonder why)
,
perhaps to try
and find out if
the sky
(why blue?)
was really falling.
we’re calling it
a draw,
this Q&A,
this interrogative
way we have of
(who what when where why)
dubiety and pondered piety.
and yet
we ask
for heaven’s sake,
how many licks does it take?
::
PAD, day 24.
I so often ask exactly those very questions~