Thoughts on a Stormy Night
(excerpt)
A MIDDLE AGED WOMAN WATERS HER LAWN
A middle aged woman waters her lawn
making me feel cranky.
Mr. Harper struts around like a school bully
and riots in America seem more like toga parties
and the spring air rots my pessimism.
I recall that my father never stood for the national anthem,
he’d seen too many young men die as the queen smiled
and waved goodbye.
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