Sort of reminds when as a child I watched German Bombers go over -and granny
telling me in our shelter about 'doodlebugs' but that was all exciting
P
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At Sixty
The lilac tree should have grown over the last fifteen years, but a June
snow took out a third of it, and it's just now filling out again. The
birches died, and have been replaced by young saplings. Spike is slipping
away from me, nothing but bones and orange fur and purrs.
In this diminishing world, I hear each day of catastrophes, cyclones,
earthquakes, drought and starvation; and closer to home, fires, floods,
tornadoes. Extinctions, pending and past.
As a child, I knew of these only at a distance, miles away, and long ago.
Now, each tragedy comes as it happens, into my living room, where I sit in
comfort and watch children who are not mine buried in rubble, caught in
crossfire, too starved to be afraid.
My garden stands up in the rain. The lilac is budding. Crocus and tulips
decorate the neighborhood. I know this will not last. The crocus will pass,
the tulips, Spike will be buried in the flowerbed. The lilac will flower and
go to seed.
Now, I close my eyes and hold my cat.
stones on the ground
the garden wall
is falling
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