developing stories
watching the evening news
is an old habit I’ve yet to break
I get what’s going on
no thanks to the world wide web
a constant feed linking me
to all corners of the world
as if I actually live & breathe
the air I’ve come to witness
I understand the moon
is not the same
above war-torn populations
shedding pieces of itself
like fireflies from heaven
hoping to be captured
by boys & girls
with & without homes
december two thousand twenty-three
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So sad. Very moving poetry.
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heartbreaking
a sad state of affairs