Seasonal roads
limited loads
eyes glued to glass
while the world implodes
trains rusting swiftly
tracks buried by
fear
welded shut connections
to life-saving gears
Seasonal Homes
where nothing now roams
fence post poachers
collectors in domes
ships sinking swiftly
anchored by
fear
pressure cooked leaders
that can barely steer
Songs, Poems, Ramblings