Going Up Into
another chance at the lotto.
My niece
and a portable radio
turn on
the same way.
This everywhere.
This just-happy-enough.
We’ve liked before.
This melody
strong and paused.
We’ve trashed
cars or boats, pulled up
weeds and
strawberries, came to
with our education
batteries all full.
The city got swept clean
by men in blue
and sentences
beginning with ‘the.’
Here is a dollar
for everyone.