Red flag Jed

Always had it wrong

Never knew what was up

Or how to just go along

The words always mixed

In a confusing delivery

Jed held his hands tight

And bit his tongue

Cynically

Why all new

Every day something

Is in bloom

How to keep up

How to hold on

What to read about

And what to pass on

Same day

The same way

The same voices

Driven the same

Narrative

Over and over

While we all just keep

Getting

Older

Boil water

And stay away

From the water dripping

From the drain

The rains came

Washed in the sediments

Now water-filled jugs

Is the sentence

What holds me down

Yesterday

Is today’s fuel

Giving me what I need

To begin anew

Lifting me up

Rather than making me blue

There is a place

Where the palms

Sway sweet and soft

When the air is timid

And easy

Concrete jungle

With all-day breezes

Palms trees bring it

That sense of calm

On the leaves

Of a palm