A Child

It fell from the tree.
Fell in my mouth.
I chewed it; it was a dry leaf.

I rested by the sprinkler head.
It fell on my arm,
was a mossy limb,

circulated bugs.
It was a cloudy stream
with rock parts. Sweet tea

and bourbon jar.
Sleeping off. Sun’s far
but the shade tree

but the light’s much.
Strong
above the tree.

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PAIN


It is from Alaska
that we send those out to make sure that an eye
is being kept on

this very powerful nation
Russia because they
are right there



WITH THE IMPACTS OF CLIMATE


change what we can do
about that as governor

I was the first governor

to form a climate change to
start dealing

with the impacts


--partially courtesy of Maureen Dowd there on the media