June 7, 2020

• not much about nothing

  

   

  day after day
  dark clouds hang around
  looking sad
  and weeping a few tears.
  scattered saplings
  gently question the sky:

  when will the soft sunlight return?
  when will the flowers
  dry their petals?
  when will people
  have real wisdom
  instead of laws
  and online newspapers?

  when will songs well
  in a heart heavy with too much news?

  but there is only rain
  to moisten this sodden earth,
  only clouds dark as mountains
  gazing around sadly

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