u/FauxReeeal

My neighbors are bickering again.
It's time to organize the shed.
Hang the tools,
or put them in drawers?
Why is the lawnmower in the back?

An old familiar song
on a warm summer afternoon.
Crisp as lemonade,
it holds me
like the swing on my front porch.

The issues are small,
the moment, monumental.
Voices harmonizing with ordinary,
uncomplicated,
everyday life.

The birds sing along,
a bead of water rolls down my glass.
My neighbors carry on,
blissfully unaware
of how beautiful ordinary can be.

Why IS the lawnmower in the back?

I should be a lot of things,
but alive ain't one of them.

A cockroach,
I've seen the world end
at least half a dozen times.

But here I am
in your kitchen
eating beans from a tin can.

You're somewhere
in the atmosphere
raining down like nuclear winter.