overhead
the Dundee sky
resembles pond scum
pullin’ weeds outdoors
botchin’ the lyrics to Zero 7
a skip – a swivel – a hum
when
a lone ray of sun
escapes from a cloud
God, is that you?
Mom, are you there?
perhaps joy is still allowed
life
is so unstable
death by Covid or racist hate
all blood’s red – all shit stinks
wake up people
before it’s too late
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