It is Afternoon.
I sit poolside playing
I flip the burgers on the
I throw the baseball to my son as he learns how to
I cheer the lion’s heart of the American Women playing soccer and beam with
I anger at our “representatives” as they sit impotent, representing not the masses, but themselves.
I cringe at the money wasted in this economy paying for a “movie” about
I weep for the fallen, and gasp like I did that terrible day, at the passage of
I ignore my “better” half as the football season starts and I yell
It is now dusk, and I fear not the future, the coming cold or the darkness that