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David Sapp

Rather Warm

Rather warm
I’m certain
You’d agree
We’ve fiddled around
For far too long
Now everyone
Watches Rome
Everything everywhere
Burning brightly
Needlessly thoroughly
And you and I
We are all Nero
Mindlessly plucking
Strumming humming
Catchy tunes
In our comfy air
Conditioned apocalypse

Tiny Windows

Down Smokey Road

Deep in the holler

Edge of the woods

A plain white house

At first glance

An ordinary dwelling

But with unusually

Tiny windows

Brandishes strident

Political preferences

From its porch

Flags and signage

Nailed to the siding

Adjacent to and

Noticeably larger than

Its small apertures

 

You must wonder with

Such narrow openings

It must be impossible

To catch a glimpse 

Of heavens spinning 

A plump saffron moon

Skirting the horizon

A fox slipping silently

Past barn and silo

Or when it first begins

To snow – you know

That white blurring of

Vision edge to edge

Or taking in the breadth

Of humanity living

Breathing and suffering

Just beyond

Those tiny windows

Despite Khrushchev

When we were two

October 1962

JFK on the TV

Moms and dads around us

Must have made love

Despite Khrushchev Castro

And missiles – in beds

Whispering and wondering

Designing elaborate bomb

Shelters in their heads

 

In our first year that 

Sizzling upstairs apartment

We made love never

Getting enough of the other

On our mattress lugged

Into the front room for AC

We gaped at our tiny TV

A man despite his shopping 

Bags stopping the tanks 

Stopping the party

In Tiananmen Square

 

When the towers fell

NYC ash in our TV now

Annihilation not so distant

We went to work to school

And made love tenderly

Tended our kids despite

Daycare lawncare taxes

Mortgage utilities insurance –

No time for terrorists

Lurking beneath our bed

 

Eventual empty nesters

Ukraine and tanks again

Bombs blood despair

Just another despot

Still we fret over the TV

Wish we were young enough to 

Join an International Brigade

Still safe in our bed

Whispering and wondering

We make love despite

Our aches and pains.

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THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray

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