Today it will not be 60 degrees
A headline ripped from the
Tabloid of terrible weather
Hard to stay current in cold
Trying – even with chilly headlines
From the Gray Lady
Words in search of life beneath
Storm-gray water, brown mud that has
Rolled over unsuspecting souls with
Other places to be
All engaged in the struggle for
What was…
Blinking in disbelief at the instant of
What is …
And no clue as to
What shall be…
And the headlines
With their harsh reality prove
All the truth a soul can bear
Get up!
Stop flopping around
On that dirt floor of self
Screaming at the injustice
As if
Nature’s earth-shaking,
Watery bells
Are ringing the catastrophe
Of fear and suspicion for the first time
Get up
And do something
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