At 6:37, on April 8th, '25

 At 6:37, on April 8th, ’25

Our parking lot is half empty,

earnest renters off to work, pensioners

not yet out & about, snow falling

slowly in sparse, widely spaced flakes,

meticulously straight down.

That sort of peaceable start, though

our hearts are bewildered by the

intentional cruelty with which the

Mad Donald and Angry Elon are

firing folk for the Fun They Find In It.

All across the country we marched

through the weekend, carrying our

homemade signs, clever, bitter & outraged,

now stowed in our coat closets where

we can grab them next weekend—

signs we now know we’ll have to re-do

weekend by weekend, as the lucky

Still Working Folk must when leaders

lack all mercy and common sense about

the needs and rights of our Commonweal.

There will be months, maybe years,

of re-staffing our soup kitchens and

expanding community pantries as we

grandmothers re-create all roles played

in saving a nation that has betrayed

The People.  Courage & Endurance,

Folks!  Here we go.  Again.

                                                    —Sef, 4/8/2025