Climate Poems

Poem: the pulled card is a toppling tower

views of the new condo development are revealed branch by falling branch with plastic bags caught like futile parachutes

Poem: Visiting the Riverwalk with Heraclitus

With each step I take my voice sounds more foreign.

Poem: Lights Out

Darkness. Scamper to the window, Swipe aside the dusty curtain.

Poem: Disappointed in Joe

Too beautiful of a morning to once again realize I can’t always trust humans to have humanity.

Poem: Branches of the Willow

Resilience — passed down through generations, the gentleness of swaying.

Poem: Time

We are cut like the melon, made of mush, drowning in the sweet, thick summer stick of the mind that keeps churning.

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