April 2020

 

Go ahead and long for 2019

all you want, you know it’s not coming back —

we have to say that to ourselves. We’ve been

 

here before — when it rained, when the earth shook,

when the gunfire was for real, when the green

tide killed the sea, when the enemy took

 

our cities, when locusts came, when the black

death was an everyday smell, when the books

were burned, when everything went out of whack.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

April 2020

 

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