End of the World and a Cup of Coffee
Everyone loves a fresh start;
which is why apocalypse looks so inviting.
Something better than buying and spending,
and being so angry all the time.
Tidelawn, salt grey pines, roads disappearing
under all that water.
That too, a kind of spending.
Can the Dutch save us? I have doubts.
If there’s no food or bee hum grain
at least the ammunition will beam
under the earwax candlelight.
I take my clean slate with coffee and a meeting
while the outside world turns over itself.
When I say world, I mean people.
It’s like that old teacher joke:
You know what’s wrong with public school?
The public.
pea river journal 
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