the mornings that
dawn now bring
new realities and
new routines
that have
never appeared
before.
The tasks had been
simple before, really
nothing too complicated;
use the bathroom
and brush my teeth
get a cup of coffee
and check Facebook
for pictures of friends
and cats and hopefully
one of the grandchildren
and then get
dressed if the day
required it.
Now I must check
first with MSN to know
what damage has
been perpetrated
on the defenseless
and to
see if 45 has
destroyed the world
before I decide
if the day will
be worth the
preparation.
If the news is
bad, there may
be no reason to
keep writing poems
for there will be
no readers
and no one
to like them
and no one
to even write
his history
and for that he
must be very sad.
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