ceiling fans turn
windows and doors open
iphones are charging
on the counters,
light illuminate dark rooms
cats sleep on beds
without heating pads,
all is well in the village
and we outside dwell,
green grass glistens by
the morning dew,
babies cry to be held,
nature forces us to tan
our skin in places
we cannot hide...
rumors run rampant
throughout the land
knights fight battles
with swords in hand,
and we sit aimlessly in
our rocking chairs
waiting for the end of life
telling stories of a
past life, and casting votes
in a reckless town...
no more we are told
but more is on the way,
words cannot eliminate
what we fail to debate.
April 17, 2024
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