Kayfucius

Watching –

The city shakes off the last of the winter
in its bones;
Like an old sweater
or a slight
or a lingering cold
and picks its chin up off its chest,
looking ahead…
Promises of normalcy –
The beacon of shiny new future
on the horizon
it strolls so brightly toward.

Listening –

Happy see ya laters and excited
chatter over next times
as people part ways,
certain they’ll be reunited
certain things will be like they once were,
if only they just take the proper precautions
and
keep their distance,
it’ll all be okay…
Right?

Understanding –

None of this was okay
nor was it an accident
things have never been “different.”
The cycles constant and true,
nothing can be as it was
nor can it ever be the same.

Though I share in the exuberance
of incautious optimism,
it’s not because I relate to the “affected,”
instead it’s more that I’ve been
unaffected enough
to not sweat the small things.

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