poem

Saving the planet

1.

I love: wife, the son,
dog, the cat ...

Time
Time

2.

I think in the poetry.
All the Time

I do not want to be a poet.
Do you?

My former job?
Saving planet Earth

3.

The trees
The crows
Market squid
Dirt
Our fingers held up
and the forgotten sun that will never, ever unravel when embraced with the parking lots of blood you have whispered into the azure and gold firmament

The pen and the sword are mightier weapons when correctly wielded together at the proper point in time and space