We Still Have Time
(Written
before the 2004 presidential election
while musing on same.)
It
was cold when I arose this morning.
The air said, "Fall," and
my pulse quickened.
"Fall, Fall, Fall,"
And I heard in its echo
the deaths of great men,
and the crumbling of nations.
But it’s only August
so we still have time.
Looking
out the window,
Someone had cast diamonds on the dewy
grass,
and I perceived riches beyond compare.
It was the Sun.
Sun, Sun, Sun,
But they vanished in the August heat.
So we still have time. |
