half empty, half full

1.

I cannot hear America

singing– the sun

descends, and the moon

is dark. Hell’s gate

swings wide. I fear

I am lost.

2.

I worry the world,

and am wrong

about so much;

yet, the sun still rises

each morning,

despite all of us.

(May 15, 2019)

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