Time Lapse

I wrote this poem a week ago, when I
was moving slowly, woefully depressed.
I woke again to ashen air, white sky,
and blue within. Of course I was distressed
by politics, infection, how we’ve messed
with planetary goods. We fail. We’re toast.
Rebounding with no reason, here’s the post.

(Rime Royal)

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