Incoming nights rain
Late April showers
Coming down like baseballs of ice
Slamming the grounds
Sprinkling a tap dance sound
All around
Tonight at winter makes a temerity
Run reckless and shrewd
Under a spring moon
Blowing wind in from the Great Lakes
While we wait
For the power to stay on
Ill-fated truck
On a late night run
Blowing through the red light
Light posts undone
The hum of the blown engine
On the side of the road
One second notice
A repeating note
The world and it purveyors
On the streets tonight
Underneath the crashed post
Right by the trucks side
Stew
Made fresh in the morning
On Manhattan Avenue
As the world wakes up and gets going
The stew boils and bellows
The streets fill with busy feet
While the world gets ready
Lights on the scene
Lights unseen
Halo burned out and smoking
Guns held up
Stoking
The national conversation and call
A tenuous decision
To watch it unfold
Is like watching old food
Grow mold
Another day
Another story
Words fall short from glory
The rustic support of the old bridge
Waiting to cave in
Wanting to collapse
Under weight strained hours of labor
The old bridge drags
Holds hope of letting go
The old bridge
The old home
Let go
Let go
Thorough decisions
Consequences
Lack of precision
Hopeful feelings
Lost in translation
Hard to lay brick
With no foundation
Meaning or purpose
How can we know the truth
When money follows lies
Lies for money
Are alive and well
How could we tell
This was the end game
The ultimate decision
One loses
On wins
And it all begins
Again
I had no idea
The meaning of such words
Does it claim me
For its own
Is it a direct take
On being owned
A birth of populism
Has alway been around
I guess now
It’s just more prevalent
Then just hanging around
I will remember the fact of my old address
I will remember the smell of the old house
I will remember how many times I cried
Laughed
Hoped
Fell
I will relish the memories of what transpired
Between these walls
I will remember it as home
Even when I am away
I will think of it
Often if not every day
As I begin a new journey
With a new home and center
How these memories will serve me
To learn and to grow
The facts will grow faint
While the memories will always stay
In my home
To all it may concern
There is no concern
From me
In uncertain times followed by
Racketing horns
There is no word of concern
Only words are the words
Flying from the horns
On top of the sky
On the bottom of the ocean
The words are submerged
Deep
Far away
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
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