the old world is always dying away
dying out from under us
like those treacherous rugs
in long-ago cartoons
the new world bears down on us
not like a knight charging
but a runaway eighteen wheeler
we have to step aside like a toreador
and let the truck discover
whether the tunnel is really there
or simply has been painted on the cliffside
and either way we must still discover
how we’re going to live now
in the new world that is
and has no concern for what we thought
the rules were
if we’re quick enough
we can snatch the falling tableware out of the air
and set a picnic
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