Her heart floats in liminal space as they come down for dinner

 

He keeps being interrupted

 

Watching bubbles on a still lake separate the forgiveness from the person

 

meanwhile

We let the tabloids raise our children

 

The jack-knifed truck cuts the roadway in half

 

Another sixth grader is fat shamed

 

Not one but two butterflies flit past the corner office window where there are

no trees

 

meanwhile

There silently awaits a secret entrance

one

   flight

        down

 

The grey rain that began the day transitioned for an instant into sun-drenched color patterns on

oily asphalt, but no one would believe you

 

They’ll start taxing tips now

 

it’s all to do with space age design folded into a battered truth

 

As the mass of men struggle to be heard, nature wrestles against its protagonist

 

A ball is handed back to a bright-eyed child, cultural bias cut to the quick

 

Toxic things the game of the day

Act Now!

sell your soul for a trinket

 

And we remain addicted to craving

 

meanwhile

The stars sparkle in the fresh mountain moonlight

the sun sings warm songs of joy to deaf leaders

and wildflowers begin their bloom