bumblebea

In 2050,

In Vermont:

I hope there will be

the same amount

of forest,

but there may

be less

as there is now

from 1990.

I hope my children

will know

Sitting at the television,

Watching the inauguration,

A young woman goes on stage,

She says she has a vision.
 

Right then and there, the shadows fade,

All that’s left is a shining place,

Mud mingling with snow mingling with dirt,

the remnants of red nail polish from 

Valentine's Day,

how has it lasted so long? 

The sun a hot fiery ball over the cloud-speckled horizon,

AirPods oh AirPods now where could you be?

On the table or stuck in a tree?

AirPods oh AirPods where art thou now?

When will you come around?

AirPods oh AirPods just show a whiff,

One,

tender, small hands

reaching for the bottle of milk,

the contents inside sloshing around.

Two,

dragging a faded stuffed bunny

around the kitchen’s island,

one… more… step…

Three,