it wasn’t the white flash winter
that we all expected in the 80’s,
or the terrorists as the hot flushes
rip and we’re forced to watch
the apocalyptic film clip
wishing for an alternative ending.
serendipity shuns what it does
not understand with waves
that answer to no one. water
is not life, nature is not my
mother and now they tell me
the earth has shifted.
there’s been a deep rift of spirits,
and everyone’s left with muddy feet
as we gaze into the agonizing chasm,
surrendering to the waves of emptiness,
wishing for an alternative ending.
why do we tempt the fates then wonder
what we’ve done to anger the gods?
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