Thursday, it is...
So this week I wrote a poem.
Had to write out my feelings, in such a shift we are having.
The empty clang of metal echoes against a flagpole in a deserted playground
it used to hold laughter
Condensation on my window, like my tears watching the latest news
Cotton ball of a cloud in the sky, defuses in an instant, like melting sugar in a pan
another soul gone
Unable to attend a game, I watch a one on one match of two squirrels in the weeds
I got my money on the fat one
Many a neighborhood is clapping at heroism, as our shores get Mercy and Comfort at last
Selecting groceries online
Do I really need to use my money to support an act of screams, so I try to refrain from my pleasure purchases
As semi-trucks with freezers in New York, stand by to take away another human shell, I wonder and watch the garbage truck pass underneath my window again, to take away our filth
I remain here, throwing away my numbed grief and
I remain curious