At the Rodeo
The animals did their duty and trotted out of the arena, thoughts already elsewhere.
Cowboys and cowgirls — ropes coiled, chaps dusted — hung their heads.
Bruin Waste Management sponsored the steer-wrestling competition.
The loudspeakers buzzed and crackled: “DALE unintelligible unintelligible unintelligible LAST unintelligible unintelligible HORSE unintelligible unintelligible GOMER (???) unintelligible unintelligible …”
The clown wasn’t clownish, though he certainly tried.
The families sitting in the stands were strangely silent.
With patience and determination, a little boy stood pointing. And kept pointing. And pointed some more. At what, no one knew.
Behind and above us, the sky glowed.
We had a great time.