A mile from where I live is a beach where in winter
I walk the dog, console myself with the ocean’s beauty
and ponder the imponderables, like what to do about
living in a country that has become an embarrassment,
disliked and even hated around the world, a constant
source of bickering among its people and led by men
and women who seem stupid, but are probably only
scared, greedy, egotistical and ignorant. Forgive me
if I forget a few. How it got that way and what to do
becomes one of the imponderables and can keep me
busy for a long walk, while being unable to work out
an explanation makes me feel like a Good German
of the late 1930’s. I mean, if only I thought the FBI
were tapping my phone, I’d take it as a compliment.
Regrettably the commissars of modern poetry don’t
like poems to…
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