Doctor Grandma

Sitting on my screened-in porch
A wasp tries to make it in
Over and over again.
I don’t blame him,
I also hear
the guns of Fort Jackson in the distance,
Shooting practice,
Preparing for war,
How do we prepare for peace?
The cicadas are oblivious,
Sing their song with rising crescendo,
Then fall away, then come again,
They sing us through the chaos,
Tell the anthurium to bloom.

cfblack     07-14-2020

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