SOMETHING MY GRANDMOTHER COULD HAVE SAID WHEN THE CARPOOL TOLD ME CALIFORNIA WAS SLIDING INTO THE SEA IN 1957

 

what will we do when we're sliding into the sea

will we still be writing poetry

will we sup on one last caramel sundae

or fix our gaze on Mars

or smuggle a candy bar into Heaven

or one floor down

will we look around to see what the neighbors are doing

I think not.

mary angela douglas 22 may 2023