Saturday, October 12, 2019


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

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