the weather’s different here this week
downright nasty I’d say
though not so peculiar in its arrival
how that old but virile wind chill
still burns through to the soul

so what else is new?
the mail room is running the corporation
downright pathetic
in that we elders must see
the same self-inflicted debauchery
all over again

how the new arrivals
hell hounded on changing the climate
yet inexperienced in the craft
of mixing syllabics into new life forms
embarrass themselves before the world
at the monstrosities they unleash

fellow hatchlings
groveling at their feet in adoration
while we elders smile in remembrance
at how quickly babies must grow strong
or perish into the footnotes
no matter the direction they came from
what we remember most is
how soon the fledglings grow old

some to run as far away as they can
from this city of dreamers
others too busy sorting mail
as were we once
dwelling smugly in our houses of cards
before the illusion was trumped
spades clubs diamonds
but especially hearts
sent scattering into the wind
dumbfounded at how we’d survived
and should we chase them?

now fully open to the elements
with rapidly growing wings
yet at a size still amputateable
to run home with the others?
or explore the wooing freedom
far from any constraint of structure
brave the omni dimensional sky
that place of gods

some not so friendly

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