a dearth of earth
for i am no longer listening
to news of global warming,
about wars and pestilence,
about your ... ‘or else!’ so
yes, allow a dearth of earth
to darken my empty purse;
allow that a sun may shine
on the loneliest of days so
besotted this belonging lies,
drying under the skies of an
acceptance hanging to dry
on a penultimate cry of ‘time’.
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