noticing the quiet
friends are making art and talking
a domestic day, folding washing, thinking,
gardening
I’m lost in apocalyptic worlds
on my quiet Sunday
the darkness of these lands
their politics, examining our systems
through story, our human natures,
I regularly scream
heart double beating as I cry out
it’s funny how loud how terrifying
out the window autumn leaves translucent
orange
against azure sky, hard to believe my
description,
but it is accurate, the light the colours
I check the words in the dictionary
how many many words for blue there are
on a blue planet
fire of ornamental pear
buds of spring’s white blossom growing
no leaf blower whipper snipper neighbor fetish
today
I watch the fights for power wrong and
right
in my story world
decisions shifting sides,
and avoid the news tonight
Oh yes! This says it very well.
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