a pale sky hovers over the horizon
like a parent over a child in school,
making sure the best is offered when
in reality it is just another day and
another dollar for most instructors...
a defenseless valley opens itself up
to the ravishes of spring growth as
sits poised to out-perform the previous
year with all the rain... mud slides
in the west and over-flowing streams
in the east leaves the mid opened up
for starvation... a crisis averted is
the way we roll nowadays, letting
everyone know we have survived
the mild winter and the politicians
can no longer heckle us for votes
that we never planeed to cast in
their favor... we are a pair of old
people is who we are, not planning
that much of a reunion with life,
instead thinking that maybe we
should move farther south to get
away from winter altogether now.
11 March 2023
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