Out of kilter

This morning I woke to the first
�real snowfall of the winter
�although it’s almost March.

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It stretched pretty and blinding
�but I started seeds inside just
�yesterday. Now frozen ground.

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Everything’s out of kilter.
�Blizzard in Los Angeles
�tornadoes every other day.

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We’ve driven the earth crazy.
�The morning news: where’s
�today’s mass shooting?

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School, synagogue, church,
�mall, a parade, a park? If
�a president or an actor’s

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shot: big news. The rest
�of us statistics, not nearly
�rich enough to matter, only

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to those who love us. But
�not to those who make laws
�that enable our deaths.

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