A Pattern Person

I sit on the porch in the soft morning air wondering what fires rage today

Entire worlds turned upside down breath caught in throats sorrow turning to ash on our tongues

But here the same leaves still rustle in the breeze the same flowers bloom the same cars are still parked in their same places as yesterday

And I wonder how can this world be how has this world not crumbled in grief how has it not been torn to shreds

how can we go on like this is just the way it is how can we ask so much of people to hold this pain bursting at the seams

how can we

We set fire to souls and then ask them to burn where we can’t see

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