The wind is from the north
today, fresh and cool,
summer nearly done.
This wind usually
brings a back-to-school
I can’t think, though.
Lots of us can’t think
right now.
Some white noise,
some steady, pattern-
breaking buzz
The world is shaking
like a rattle.
The young ones
shake it hard.
I want to help
the present,
its logic, its wild beauty.
If I can’t help
by thinking, or
with words, then
I want to, pledge to,
mean to be
the interference.
S. Robbins, August 31, 2020,  from Readings

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