Meanwhile, We Continue
Meanwhile the Midwest is buried under feet of snow
and Arizona reaches one hundred fifteen degrees
and I stare at the insides of a daisy, too afraid to touch
for fear of disrupting all that I don’t quite know.
Meanwhile the Midwest is buried under feet of snow
and Arizona reaches one hundred fifteen degrees
and I stare at the insides of a daisy, too afraid to touch
for fear of disrupting all that I don’t quite know.