On television, war, murder,
head-on collisions. In the garden
tulips, daffodils, chickadees.
Heavy machinery turning dirtin the neighborhood park.
Window washers, tree-
trimmers, grey snake sliding
across the path. All Spring’sworkers. Crows riding uncertain
winds. Mosques and synagogues
exploding. Here, in this small
city, streets cordoned offan entire afternoon —
bioweapon bomb scare.
And the woodpecker drilling,
drilling the power pole.
A very rough (even raw) draft. Comments welcome.
I think that you have captured the disassociated, sometimes guilty, experience of someone in a peaceful place trying to maintain a global awareness. (Or perhaps that’s just me?)
I like the alternating, and the end couplet suggesting nature will take its course and inevitably or impotently do what it can to get rid of the power. The outcomes are unclear.
Lovely. You perfectly captured some of my experiences of being in this town that is in some ways so insulated from the larger world’s problems. And in other ways, so very connected.
I think that you have captured the conflict that many have who try to live in the world and also wish to be isolated from it.
I don’t want to post a comment just to ask you a question.
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