June 17, 2020
Friend, do you remember
when the only thing asked of us
was to keep our breath at home.
Even then we were divided—
those who saved the world
by holding ourselves distant from it;
those who stocked the shelves
that kept the rest of us alive
and hauled away our excess
in their beeping, stinking trucks.
No matter how little we thought we had,
friend, it was always too much.
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Thanks Pauletta. We have always had too much haven’t we.
No matter how little we thought we had,
friend, it was always too much.
Wow those last two lines!