Monday, August 11, 2025

Every Four Years


silence flows through the valley

a calming influence

storms on the horizon roost

like mother birds...

words move freely through the air

a banana on hard woods,

workers stand along the lines of

disenfranchised employment,

hoping for insurance...

summer leaves us without

confidence - mosquito's flirt

with senior citizens who 

surrendered checks to illegals,

chills down the spines of males

force them into submissiveness,

females write the checks,

pay the bills that decide the future,

upside we are - more than debt

running down the winding road

looking for the sanity taken away

from us every four years.


August 8, 2025



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