Odd

The tame squirrel on a leash
is offered for sale
to jostling crowds in
a teeming open-air market.
Three shaggy black goats
nibble thorns in
an argania tree’s topmost branches:
prospects unfamiliar in America.

And to Moroccan eyes, alien:
the snow-burdened maple branches
leaf out in vibrant emerald, mid-May.
A good ol’ boy cruises,
in his shiny red pickup,
moves his hand from his girlfriend’s
tan leg just long enough
to toss a crushed can
out the open window
and grab another beer
from the six-pack.

Odd.