POEM: Suss

Suss

Back in the rocker,
rocking,
literally and meta-
phorically.

Thankful,
in my way,
to be alive.
Sure.

There’s the wolf,
now howling,
now skipping light-
ly

over the diamonds
on the water.
Makes the whole
pressurized coal thing

feel a bit suss,
I’ll admit.
I’ll huff and puff
or just chew edibles.

That line was
for the kids.
I’m all the way
with Ian MacKaye.

I was driving past the zoo
when I heard the news.
I didn’t care then.
I would have cared now.

/ / /

20 April 2023
Charlottesville VA