Hopscotch Atlantis (a poem)

Put disparate elements together, and somehow they make sense…

The Rubios’ youngest boy dropped his phone
and the lights went out in South America

Global rates of something or other
continue to rise despite best efforts

Snow fell again yesterday morning
Here it is, almost spring, and it’s so cold

There’s a boy standing in the middle of the lake
saying nothing, just watching cracks form in the ice

The Voice of God left the yard to wander
some say he may never return

(8 March 2019)


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