Keeping the Faith (a poem)

Garbage piles up on street corners, you can smell it

everywhere you go – a trash crisis, another effect

of the pandemic, giving the town an apocalyptic feel

as we deal with a failing economy, killer virus,

foreboding sense that we’re plunging into an abyss –

but excuse me, miss, we’re resilient, us humans,

even if rubbish surrounds us and the president astounds us,

we find a way to keep the faith.

(Photo by chris liu on Unsplash)

Groans of Thunder (a poem)

Dark clouds gather + block a stifling sun, breaking the heat

of oppressive summer days – we’re in a daze, at a standstill,

shops closed + mask-wearing maniacs stashing cash

under dirty mattresses in case of economic collapse –

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