JINXED
I went to the orchard
where the trees were ripe
and found a hard
lemon.
I went to the meadow
when the grain was bright
and heard a crow
sermon.
I went to the valley
which was hidden from wind
and saw a bleached
galleon.
I went to the mountain
whose peak showed no print
and met a lame
stallion.
I went to the desert,
the jungle, the shore,
and always some cursed
omen.
I went to the city
at last for the source,
and there in the streets
were men.