slapping a notepad
into
the palm of my hand
brings
the dog running
his
eyes saying what's up
got
something to say
no
just thinking what
the
two austrian pines next door
growing
up together
had
in mind forming
a
heart at their upper reaches
wondering
what congress
has
in mind scuttling the real news
forest
fires not giving up
where
there's smoke
there's
chemical poison & cover-up
and
the flooding is never over
except
of course
where
the water is needed
still
remember what lake powell
looked
like before the drought
the
virus finds new accomplices
medical
staff soldiers on to capacity
teachers
teach on
the
apocalypse list
grows
in the dark
the
dog kicks up dust
barking
at the gecko
rain
coming over the mountain
looks
like a race to the rio
thousands
of hands reach for the overpass
--- e b bortz
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