Conspiracy
Met a constellation of chickens walking through Austin one morning.
Basil leaves between my toes, the bare feet sprigged accordingly,
I called a conference with the Bread and Puppet Circus from Vermont.
Photos of the puppets traveling down on the plane circulated online.
Folks giggled at the ten-foot tall puppets bumping into metal detectors.
The puppets arrived. One bowed to the other by way of saying hello.
They turned to me and asked for some privacy. At first, I was surprised;
then I agreed. I never heard from them again, nor know what results
have sprung up from their activities, though I am able to report this truth:
when I woke up the next morning, my toes had fresh leaves amongst them:
cilantro, basil, lavender, lemon grass, and more. Make of this what you will.
