The Curse
The
wind blows
the
sun glows
and a
million helicopters
dance
and show
that
Spring is here
the
skies have cleared
and
Summer is near
in
the cycle of the Great Star.
Fewer
cars,
trains
and planes,
less
carbons, toxins
and
pollutants.
Breathe
easier,
my
friends, for now,
and
pray not the Corvid
doth
you visit,
this
purge,
plague,
pandemic.
Mother’s
not happy
with
all you have done
and
there is nowhere from the sun
you
can hide.
Truer
than not,
the Chinese
blessing
does
ring true:
“May
you live in interesting times.”
agd
4.27.2020
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