Or wrens or dogs? Why
Should there be wind chimes
Or leaves in the the trees?
Why should there be kings?
Why should there be why?
Part of it comes down
To what can be done,
And part of it’s stuck
Well up in the sky,
Like the sun, like stars,
Like all of the why.
To ask makes it worse,
Makes its hurt hurt worse.
I need your hair spray,
A voice from the yard
Next door, past the wall,
Shouts to who knows why.
