Durable People (a poem)

we are durable people

roughing thru pandemics,

storms, & various other

upheavals toppling

societal norms

the breaking point

must come sooner

rather than later

when frozen pipes,

price gougers, &

relentless deliriums

make folks show

true stripes

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Down in the Well (a poem)

At the bottom of the well, the air is damp and

it’s so dark I barely see my hands.

Down here, I move through my memory without

interference from the above-ground world –

I think so clearly that I travel through walls and

jump into dreams and hop back out.

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