waiting on the sun
we hadn’t heard the roar of jets
going on 13 hours now
and we were beginning to fear the worst
was yet to come
if there was a window not blown out
by now that would make the evening news
though there was neither television nor radio
no microwaves and
certainly no wifi
let alone clouds in the make-believe sky
the children often wonder when the sun
will return
when the flowers in the fields
will bloom again
april two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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There is much sad truth in this one. Nicely written.
Thank you, Justin.
sci -fi sadness. a world without a sun.
very sad indeed – last april was a bad month I’m beginning to learn