that's mrs. mediocrity to you

.

.

the world turns

and i watch the sun
rising patiently
again
patting cheeks
and shoulders

there, there

the grass is green again
(on this side)
color replacing grey
with no qualm
whatsoever

there, there

and the gang of cardinals
splits off into pairs
hoarding territory
and black oil
seed

it’s all political

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