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I fear too many fail to understand

what’s come before us

how morning breaks its yolk of promise

in a world whose inhabitants

either flock to the light

or shy away from its brilliance

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when the only thing to rile the crowd

was a president in a tan suit

or a dead mouse in a can of soup,

the price of stamps

hiked up another two cents.

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every day now —

EVERY DAY! —

there’s a new disgrace,

a new outrage,

another reason to doubt

we’re still living

in the greatest country on earth.

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i’m so tired of it, aren’t you?

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bluest of skies

wispy planes of cloud

Canada geese circle overhead,

seeking soft spots to land

*

as I watch them in flight,

Morning Joe reports

on the ICE-ugliness in Minneapolis

and elsewhere in the country

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the contrast could not be more stark

one, a calming natural phenomenon

the other, a danger to our very being

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necklaces, earrings & bracelets —

a snarled, tangled mess

of baubles & beads.

*

a few broken chains,

missing pieces,

gems with a tarnished

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or lackluster finish —

still, I’m thrilled

for every salvaged bit of it.

*

sorting through what remains,

I’ll wear her close to me,

a cherished means of remembrance.

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what the hell? to my cousins up north, to the guy down the street, to my husband’s cousins and his aunt, to my sisters and their spouses ~

really? you’re all okay with this? I am OUTRAGED.