Optics Imbroglio

a runaway truck barrels through an intersection. no one is there to be astonished a cat hugs a dead bird to its breast the image curls inward like a snail shell the mail is late a condor perches on the mailbox waiting people fall out of planes on fine days and bad insightful elephants run from tsunamis the beach sunbathers would blame global warming if they could politicians jockey for position elbows out and backs slapping then settle down into the gloss of the moment cameras whirl optics need say nothing but when the mouths open it is both historical and hysterical imbroglio with meatballs