weekly weathering

friday evening

how could I ever be so sad?

when, in this my only and best of all possible worlds,

there are things like sunsets and rises

and blown glass and kissing cherries

and hyacinths and vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting and sprinkles

and fish that glimmer like treasure and bright green-blue eyes

and you and I here in the light?

monday afternoon

how could I ever be so happy?

when in this, my only chance at a world

there are things like stillborn babies and lynchings

and women who are too scared to walk home after dark

and parallel lines that live their whole lives beside one another, never to cross

and multiple sclerosis and machine guns

and you and I alone in the dark?

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