as we release our thoughts from summer,
turn our focus to a few months of cold,
and prepare the outside for the severity
that has not been anticipated recently;
our thoughts run down the road like the
summer rivers of rain we used to get
and without meaning, they are left to
drown a quiet death in the cool water;
our eyes see into the future and convey
a harsh winter followed by a barren
spring and an uncomfortable summer
due to the changing beliefs of those
who would tell us what to do and how;
our souls wish to flee to a more positive
time when simplicity ruled the land and
we knew who was who by the way they
were dressed for dinner and we knew
their beliefs from their table manners;
King George has long since vanished
but we labor under the pretenses that
we should be thankful for the governors
who decide how we mourn their passing.
24 October 2020
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