All your life seems like
Yesterday morning.
Whatever happened
To tomorrow night
Or this afternoon?
They’re right here, always,
Right here, but never
A part of your life.
A distant gunshot,
Just target practice,
Probably, and then
Another. Then more.
All your life seems like
Someone else’s war.
Sunday, March 20, 2022
Doesn’t Really Work, Does It?
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