There’s something about this short piece that just reached me. Maybe because the news of late coming from that side of the Atlantic has been so barren of late. But I think it summarises very eloquently everything, and just leaves it all in a quiet, neat little package.
I guess there’s been a lot of shouting and anger from the world late. This doesn’t do that - it quietly observes, and that’s why I enjoyed it so much.
You’re welcome, and thank you for the kind words. I did my shouting with my other America poem, titled 8/3/22. I hold sadness, anger, happiness and hope in me at all times. I wonder if we are all like that.