Ultrabus

They were all over the place:

homeless people who played by the rules. The advice

leaked out of their pants onto attendants’ shoes, appropriately.

They clumped into a plot of data points

with perfectly vectored boundaries

with the textbook layers (in the right order) of expensive

markers with rhombus angles and edges.

“They can control the weather by tickling rats,”

an Amish train rider crossing the street said in a clear deadpan.

Lightning quietly woke up an Aryan baby in shortalls;

there was no thunder, but we kept waiting for it.