Yesterday traveling ‘Old Steepee’ I careened upon gravel
ripping apart my knees in the rocky crags of a violent spill.
I could understand how someone might react to the news
a son or daughter in kind would experience shallow views
We as a nation seem easily drawn be opportunity to flounder
knowing somehow in the end no one takes any time to ponder.
Our lives are consistent with a penchant for sweet perfection
maybe my own having practiced this viral scheme of attention
Whatever case could conclude in our desire to find release
from the burden of sensitivity provides little felt peace.
© Thom Amundsen 7/2020
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