Turning Away

The earth's own odor, damp and fragrant,
Overwhelms the ugliness I find on my
Computer screen. I turn it off to go
Back out and feel the cooling morning
Breeze, and hear the insects and the birds.
“Stay back, you drooling right-wing zombies,
Blood-drenched tyrants, greedy, grasping
Worshippers of capital. A bigger world
Has the stage.” I take my seat upon
The porch and focus, with some gratitude,
On what's in front of me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-07 at 14:23

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