day NINE HUNDRED and NINETY SIX

                                                                                              

 

Wishing it Would Stop Before the Snowy Evenings

    (After Robert Frost)

Whose mess this is I think I know.

His jet’s at Mar-a-Lago, though;

He will not see me sicken here

And ask where will my healthcare go.

I won’t feel safe if I am queer

My green card may not keep me here

Between the real news and fake

This darkest presidential year.

I want to give the world a shake

The whole thing is a big mistake

It was nothing like a sweep

The avalanche was just one flake.   

The lies are heavy, thick and deep,

With promises no one will keep,

They go away when I’m asleep,

He goes away when I’m asleep.

-- Laurinda Lind