the bulldozer man picks up a red bottle that
turns purple and green in the light and pours

out a few drops of stale wine, and yellowjackets
burr in the bottle, sung drunk, the singing

not even puzzled when he tosses the bottle way
down the slopes, the still air being flown in

in the bottle even as the bottle dives through
the air! the bulldozer man thinks about that

and concludes that everything is marvelous, what
he should conclude and what everything is; …