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 Sep 12 Valentine
Asonna
I love a sunburnt country,
but now the land's ablaze.
the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust
yet our request for help is denied.
I love a sunburnt country,
but there's not much left to last.

Firefighters aren't getting paid,
Neither are their bills.
yet our leader claims we're all fine
but he can afford to jet away.

The wildlife is damaged.
Koalas are losing homes.
much like the population
as the fires rip through their walls.

I love my sunburnt country,
but this has gone on too long.
while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison,
everyone else is left to stand alone..
If you look closely
at the ridges of your fingerprint
You can see mountain ranges
and lush valley forests
where rivers
nourish little people.
In a meadow of wildflowers
under a warm blanket of alpine aromas,
a gusting front gives warning
of impending change yet we sit, observing
as the sun also rises into the moons embrace
July 21, 2018
The holding place / The tablets of your memory / Little slivers of death / We can keep finding ways to go further
my hair tie slips
two stories down
with my cat nestled under my chin
I don’t attempt to catch it  
there’s a magnolia tree across
deciding if it is safe to blossom
one more time before summer is over
I turn in, berlioz playing from the tv
Projector stars mottle my ceiling
my hair tie is still outside
somewhere in the dirt
the city air clings to my T-shirt
and my floor has never felt more comfortable
tomorrow I shouldn’t call out from work
tomorrow I’ll tell the light company
To keep my lights on
Tomorrow I’ll find the hair tie
and with it wrapped around my wrist
I’ll agree to live again
so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored
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