All the News That’s Fit to Print


All the News That’s Fit to Print

 

The news has spread

among the blackcaps, greater tits and nuthatches

in my backyard

that there are fresh sunflower seeds

in the feeder

and a brisk wind blowing from the south

not a word about Donald Trump

has been uttered

not a syllable about the markets

even the stark famines of the world

and the brutalized children

seem far away

from this happy illusion

that all is well

with the world.

The sun

is dappling the shadows

against the grass.

A single leaf

falls at my feet.

 

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