It is darkest before the dawn
that the sun always rises
that there will be
a new day
Perennial
Prodigal
Promises
passed
to us
on
porcelian
plates
We
credulous
children
Willful and Wanton
We
grasp and crawl
along
this
bruised
bleeding
burning
blue
orb's
surface
without regard
Well Intended
detritis worms
spin and swirl
social spheres
in a #hashtag marine layer
Leaving
Just enough
space
hope
air
for
Some
yet
not
All
of
Us
to breathe
'We don't know who struck first
us
or
them
but we know that it was us that
scorched the sky'
Morpheus, The Matrix
*Photo Credit - Jenny Astramowicz ©2020
Excellent! You must be on the west coast with a photo like that. Hope it is getting better.
ReplyDeleteThank you - I am in SF and the air is finally better (we are hoping for rain to help with the fires)
DeleteLove that second paragraph
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