September 27, 2021

What Says Who to 60

You are a measure of distance
You are a clearer day

I am a spinning full stop
I am a forgotten cache of grapes

They are amassed and stamping
They are suddenly and uncharacteristically clear-eyed

We are fields left fallow, carbon capture, renewable resources
We are going nowhere now

You are many in the face of despair. So many.

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