waiting for the clouds to burn off

we live
in a nervous system
shy regards now a bond
static as panic

we live
where time invites neglect
monied generations
under hot blue skies

we live
in all-cap sentiments
rhetorical as pushing buttons
fragments of sunken places

Author: ginger k. hintz

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