standing in line
yes it’s true the world is dying
[is always dying]
and we are a witness to its death
[its glorious death]
a slow and painstaking process
mysteriously inevitable
and eternally unanswerable
the airports are nearly empty
and the streets eerily silent
filled with long lines of masked pantomimes
arms extended and palms open
shadowed closely by feathery creatures
unable to fly and feverishly
sweeping up the crumbs
high above the skyscrapers
far beyond the tallest of trees
patches of blue begin to emerge
perhaps a sign of better times yet to come
or simply a figment
of every child’s imagination
february two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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Utterly fabulous write.
Thank you, Melanie.
gloomy reality…but there is a ray of hope in the last stanza. Hope it would not turn out to be a child’s desire.
always a ray of hope ~ thanks Padmini for visiting here today