The day has gone so swiftly,
gone like a bird
through the foliage
after some insect,
it would be night
except at summer,
and it being summer
it's still just evening.
I will make another pot
of coffee, take out
the trash, get the mail
as the clouds above
break, their gray
becoming white
on a pale, pale
blue sky, leaving
behind my screens
on which people die
because their lives
are not considered worth
enough to save,
at least 70 today in Gaza,
after 105 yesterday,
in Sudan the numbers
not counted together,
while I take my walk,
throwing the trash bag
into the bin, gathering
the mail from the mailbox,
gazing at the white clouds
on a pale, pale
blue sky, as bombs
and missiles will keep killing
people, people
who are now still alive,
afraid, hoping for survival,
dreaming of liberation
and peace, people
who will die
because their lives
are not considered worth saving
by those who decide
these things,
covered in their
deep blue and golden yellow.
01.07.2025
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