#1282-Alarm
02/02/2021
Today feels strange.
Don’t know why.
Maybe full moon, or
Misbehaving stars,
Excited and misaligned.
Something’s up.
Alarm, alarm, maximum, alarm,
In red, blue, and green.
Stacked, imprisoned trunks.
Loudspeakers blaring,
But no one’s listening.
A strange day.
When exploding clouds,
In distant corners,
Go unheard, and unseen.
