News

Ice caps are melting,

According to the news,

Which I’ve stopped reading,

Because I don’t want to hear about the

Melting ice

Underneath the polar bears feet,

Not when I see enough

With my eyes.

It’s in the grasses

That grow by the river

Now they

Didn’t used to

It’s in the October snow

That ghosts us in January

And it hurts more

Than when your middle school friend stopped

Texting you because we can’t get this back.

I see the too dry forests

About to catch

On fire

When fires aren’t supposed to happen

Here but they could

They weren’t supposed to happen

The last place they happened,

Either,

But in a few weeks

The rain won’t stop for weeks

And they’ll be drenched

And I won’t see it

Through the rain on my window

That I can’t wipe away.

News flash

It’s not a news story

It’s on the roads your drive

And in the snow that falls

And

Doesn’t

You see it too,

Don’t you?