A Miracle

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I'm going
to dedicate
my entire
life to
becoming really
good fertilizer
for the 
earth it 
will be 
my only
contribution 
and that 
should be 
good enough 

 

 

Southwest High

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The fear is that
the power grid fails
and we all die
but the truth is
not all of us will die
some of us will just be dry
Dry humans raiding water stashes
with greedy shiny mustaches 
and sore tailbones after
pulling out the chairs from under us
Over under the underpass
is hot death
and the roads are quiet
just like the wonder month
during the pandemic
when the skies were
a little bluer
A grid of wires
a forest of trees
a patch of brush
a dry creek bed 
the taste of cool
Fires burn until there’s
nothing left
and then there’s rain just because
To cup hands to receive it 
is somewhat like a prayer
and really that might be
all we got