The streets are nearly empty as I drive to Walgreens
I listen to the soft hiss of tires on the wet pavement
U-2 on my CD…
“Love is a temple, love’s a higher law”
I am slowing everything down right now
putting everything in its proper place
There is a pain in my gut
must talk to the doc about it
A quiet, mysterious pre-dawn
Southern rain falls, bathing the mountains
In white mist
How long does the human spirit last?
How long will acrimony, indeed pure hate
continue in the USA and wider world?
No one can say for sure
What do our dreams mean?
I wonder about that, too