Balancing on the Brink - Hilary Susan Moore

[Larry Robinson]

Balancing on the Brink    

the early birdsong
the heavy gray 
that forcasts warm but 
welcome heat today

the smell of sprinkling
in the garden, wet
tomatoes, hanging plump 
but not quite ready yet

delicious coffee
dark, a second cup 
lazy reading till 
I must get up

every broadcast 
every news they tell
forecasts our doom
we're on our way to hell

it seems impossible 
to fix the troubles so
we will survive 
the damage that we grow

and yet, the early birdsong
in spite of every rift
they keep on singing
and I'm thankful for the gift 
					
	- Hilary Susan Moore
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