Reading this, you
have survived the wars
by wit or luck
to suffer more.
It is our nature
to endure
when nothing,
that eternal dark emptiness,
remains the same—
when nothing
escapes change.
Inside my rabbit hole:
last spring’s late rains
brought pneumonia
killing quail chicks
while turkeys thrived
and multiplied.
This spring dry
beneath mostly
empty clouds,
a carpet of golden
fiddleneck
beneath hard hills
turned brown.
Beyond my hide-away:
a scuffling of men
(and women, too)
changing places in line—
some running for election,
some running for cover,
some running in fear
to empty shelves
to stay alive.
It is our nature to endure.
Very good John….
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Appropriate, timely provocative and good.
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nice recovery
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