09/22 – epigraph: “And it won’t matter now/ Whatever happens will be/ Though the air speaks of all we’ll never be/ It won’t trouble me”
(from ‘All I Want’ by Toad the Wet Sprocket)
most mornings, before the sun grows hot
I walk in dewy grass among amphibians
they hop one step ahead of my feet
park employees have a job to do
a whirling scythe in Armageddon’s serried fields to unload
the air speaks of tomorrow, I am troubled by the silence
9-22-23
My husband's poetry 
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