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Finn
When fires and floods come and go,
each, in turn, driving news cycles,
as reporters jockey for the kill shot.
When politicians sharpen their polemics,
which, paradoxically, serve mainly to dull
the minds of their targeted audience.
When suddenly millions upon millions
know the meaning of "Covid-19," "N-95," "Remdesivir" or "social distancing."
When life offers up an over-large portion of the absurd, and the only sane response is to shrug and say, "It's 2020, what were you expecting?"
Well, as it turns out, a baby boy, born
September 8, 2020, and perfect in every way.
Hello, Finn!
each, in turn, driving news cycles,
as reporters jockey for the kill shot.
When politicians sharpen their polemics,
which, paradoxically, serve mainly to dull
the minds of their targeted audience.
When suddenly millions upon millions
know the meaning of "Covid-19," "N-95," "Remdesivir" or "social distancing."
When life offers up an over-large portion of the absurd, and the only sane response is to shrug and say, "It's 2020, what were you expecting?"
Well, as it turns out, a baby boy, born
September 8, 2020, and perfect in every way.
Hello, Finn!
Published 9th Oct 2020
Author's Note
On the world as of the year our first grandchild was born
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