DAY 97 - DREADFUL SORRY


97.

DREADFUL SORRY

An early dandelion 
blooms by the walk,
purple blossoms 
festoon the lilac hedge.
Robins have been 
gathering nesting
material all week: 
twigs, moss, mud.
A little girl in pigtails 
dances across the grass,
magical moments abound. 
Swinging, her skirt sweeps 
the ground, toes touch the sky.
Everything's unpredictable 
these days, rules don't apply 
anymore, nothing's the same. 
She sings about 
darling Clementine,
poor Clemmie, lost 
and gone forever,
while trump mania 
takes over the world.


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