The world is nearly too much...
... nearly too much to bear this summer.
A world of weeping.
Too few children laughing,
certainly not children of color...
Honduran, Syrian, Gazan, Liberian....
Riding north on freight cars, cowering in bunkers,
huddled in hospitals and mosques,
squatting in squalid refugee camps
where no
refuge is to be found.
No adult laughs
cringing through today's papers:
monstrous the hatreds, violence, disease and deceit.
Out on the patio
a Pileated Woodpecker feeds its fledgling,
already
as large as he.
A moment of nurture,
a moment of peace...
my moment of escape
from a world of weeping.
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