Events in the world

Tough week in many ways, for many of us in the world. I am posting just this poem, written five or six years ago, which is part of a new manuscript.

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Late May

The events of the world

enter my house via cable lines

and satellite.

Family fabric frays,

children fledge. I free a robin

tangled in fence wire,

harvest spinach,

prepare a meal no one

stays home to eat.

After dinner, during

that spell between

afternoon and twilight

I watch the meadow—

two deer, thirty yards apart

in the tall weeds.

One drops a fawn, a swift birth

and the creature is on its feet

in less than two minutes.

They wander into woods

as the second doe delivers,

christens yarrow and milkweed.

I stand at my window. I say,

to hell with the events

of the world.

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