We Never Worried Much


The sky was an electric grin in our dreams
and we thought nothing of it.

The people danced around a black hole
and we called it lemonade.

The earth arched her back like a perturbed cat
and we took it as a good omen.

Each day winked out a little earlier by a moment
and we lapped it up like ice cream drizzle.

The dawn screamed for technicolor mercy
and we never worried about it much;

At least until we saw the corn bow down
in waves and the dusk blink its eyes closed indefinitely.

Then, we worried, like kids waiting for the bus
but it was far far too late.


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