Fiduciary

the relationship between
       blackbird and fencepost, between
the cow and its egret, the field
       and wildflowers overrunning the field—
so little depends upon their trust.

       Here, in God we trust
to keep our cash and thoughts in line—
       in the sky, an unexplained white line
could be the first of many omens.
       But this is no country for omens,

the line as chalky as the moon,
       bleak and useless as the moon
now rising like a breath of cold air . . .
       There is gullibility in the air.

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