Both
Dread in the head runs down metal suck tube
poisons my rib cage of rats
The sun rose behind Mount Tom today
Scowling men cold eyes in suits those suits make me
nervous those haircuts too fan boys of Jesus and soldiers
Chickadees dance in hedges, mourning doves coo
Conspiracy droplets broadcast float settle on surfaces
remain unsure how long infect susceptible minds
Maple branches redden, arteries of earth blood
mom dad grandpas aunts what world will be left
for our kids?
Walked a different way home (everyone is walking!)
Met a friend from ten years back
real sweet guy named Cliff
lives right around the block
We talked of Bodega Bay, where we both spent time
from six feet away
Well done! It’s all up in the air🙏🏻
Love the line: “those haircuts too fan boys of Jesus and soldiers.” Keep those Mt. Tom poems coming — the mountain gives and gives.
Thanks, Greg. Hope you’re well.