Friday, August 13, 2021

Reverse Pilgrim - today's poem

Reverse Pilgrim

 

Haven’t we all become house-tra-nauts

     wintry, unpleasant folk

propeller headed to an inner peace

     while spring machines crash

and split to pieces lost in space?

Summer free of this schmuck-fest

while the world around us ends

     will we deploy The Robot in our stead

or   will we fall as lazily as we scheme?

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