Showing posts with label summer poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer poem. Show all posts

Saturday, July 31, 2021

Summer of 2021

Petroleum nightmares sizzle
and burst on smoking sidewalks.

Hurricanes scream at concussed 
cities. Snowflakes fall backward

up to fried skies. Whole forests
collapse into ash, and white zombies

run for Congress, opposing 
knowledge and love. 

It's been quite the summer
so far. To be or not to be

cooked by our dear atmosphere:
that's not the question, but it will

suffice. Mobs chase scientists
across deserts strewn with 

condominium rubble. Coyotes 
watch and laugh. Down the years,

they've smelled our madness.
We condition the air. 


hans ostrom 2021