Roadrunner

 
 
 
 
And they all have it
this self indulged
pretense of importance
Like they own everything
even people (apparently)
Yet the war room rests
on where they focus
Sometimes they give up
everything
focus on the bad things
While the good lies
dormant
Waiting, like unused packets
that saved their straws
or sundried tomatoes
drenched in the snow
 
 
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