i

on the car radio yet
another jazzed version of
walking in a winter wonderland

the dj spins bitten
by a cajun bug
in disneyworld

ii

geese fly east and west
and east and west
north is lost

all their darling hatchlings
gorged by ferocious
fuzzy warm things

the polar bear is dead
except for dwindling replicated
museumed artificats

iii

before Aristotle showed
the sky was not a ceiling

but a space between
the soil and sole
revealed in walking

we grieved
at life’s brief leash

now Hade’s cave
seems a hopeful place

what we’d give
for those grey days
in eternity

iv

we’re not supposed
to write poems about politics
this is not one of them

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