rewriting the nuclear era
summer has never been so close
knocking hard
loud and clear like a thunderclap
if you didn’t hear that
you may as well be deaf
I murmured
but there was nobody around
to absorb my spoken words
except for nightbirds and spiders
and hackers inside my laptop
there are many weeds needing
pulling and much soil needing turning
I keep telling myself
but in the middle of the night
none of that is occurring
at least not in real time
come monday morning nobody
may remember exactly what transpired
whether it be a history rewritten
or saplings thriving free of gasoline
june two thousand seventeen
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