footprints in the sands of my imagination
indicate there are trespassers in my mind,
solid state transistors lay on the road like
tree ornaments that nobody wants to see.
ladies dance on ice to avoid paying taxes
for the marriage license they never used,
the weather curls its fingers in the warmth
of the noonday sun that provides no shade,
decades of disappointments clouds the
judgements of the law markers as they
deliberate on crimes and misdermeanors,
life has no purpose say the scientists who
thank their creators for their timely birth,
hedgehogs play by the side of the road
hoping to avoid being hit by motorrists
until they have had a chance to live life,
we are victims of our greed each day we
wake up and want to continue breathing
the air that was provided by a stranger.
24 March 2023
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