A DAY’S COMMENCEMENT

After the sun has risen

and my morning tries  at exercise

have turned to history

I unfold the papered daily news

and turn to Local.

 

There, the crime reports abound:

Rapes and porn

shootings and scams

are diet for my curious eyes.

The names are changed

but the crimes remain the same —

or nearly.

There may be twists

in the awful mix

of man’s depravity

but generally they’re hardly

any changes.

 

We live surrounded by fences —

we are gated. — gated and glad. 

We feel immune

to our nearby violent world.

 

I sit in my recliner and watch

some of the world go by on television.

and often  think: I’m glad I’m not there!”

 

I I take upon my lap a good book

and leave it all behind.

 

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