A fine day, this, to watch Americans --
their country born in weather clear, like now;
their glorious unassailable optimism
(as if it didn't happen, anyhow).
Crowds gather in republic places,
at monuments -- eminent dominated sky --
to watch Tom Cruise French-kiss Mother Earth,
acid-raining "Rocky Mountain High."
In the margin of public spaces
dwell the injured of the free:
"dregs of humanity" -- squeezed for all!
At parkside, with enormous dignity
a vagrant queen makes her toilet
delicate, with dampened papers towels,
modest and noble as you please.
Misfortunate, her kingdom kills the trees.