The day began with a hero
saving an albatross in the weeds.
She was a prodigy
of predicting end-times,
though thunderstorms were always a surprise.
Before the days of needing forgiveness,
she danced in the grass
near powerful men
sitting in lawn chairs,
balancing cups on knees
and cigars between teeth,
planning the world
like a beautiful mushrooming explosion.
She vowed to ask the next albatross
where it was going before saving it.