I do not know what to make of this world.
As the news wheel turns,
outside the store three killed/one wounded—
That
son of a bitch!
Some words, on my mind of late:
Moral
authority.
Proclaimed by some they—they say—
Love
a Tree Day.
I couldn’t choose—the Drake elm
or Natchez crape? American
holly or Eastern redbud?
And war! War, war, war, war,
war, war, war, war, war. War.
Moral
authority.
The garlic scapes curl,
delicate loops, ready to
flower or be cut—snip!
Lyman
2022
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