I light three candles for the world.
They’re meant to help us through.
One’s for Tucker.
One’s for us.
And, one burns just for you.
I light three candles for the world.
They’re meant to help us through.
One’s for Tucker.
One’s for us.
And, one burns just for you.
I didn’t watch the news tonight.
I just don’t want to know.
I don’t want to see the anguish.
I don’t want to hear the woe.
I don’t want to learn about
the latest thing that we must dread.
I don’t want to hear what’s coming
with its direful, speedy spread.
I’m just sitting on my sofa
buffeted away from sound,
tucked away from any further word
with silence all around.
Today I light three candles.
It’s as much as I can do.
This world is heavy burdened.
May these candles help us through.
It’s hard for me to read the news.
I get quite addled. I confuse
the facts among the words they say
with propaganda sent my way.
“News” is often just a jumble..
thrown together… clash… and tumble…
.. makes a doubter out of me,
doubting all I hear and see.
I still believe the world is round.
I don’t think aliens have been found.
And when the headlines scream at me,
I try to think quite ration’lly.
But it gets harder ev’ry day
to sift through all the words they say.
There must be folks enough who bite
to make this worth the doing.
There must be money in it
‘cause they’re endlessly pursuing.
Whatever they’re selling…..
I’m not buying.
It matters not.
They keep on trying.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
A shadow on my mind.
Their deaths: a heavy burden.
A reproach to humankind.
“Good morning, Ma’am.
My name is Bard.
I’m calling about
your credit card.
Our computer was hacked.
(Ain’t that a bummer?)
I have to re-enter
your VISA number.
Sure, I can wait.
Won’t be but a minute.
You can check your purse
and see what’s in it.
On what date does the card expire?
(Just a few more questions
before you tire).
I need the safety code on back.
(It’s just because of this
Hack Attack).
Now, please confirm your billing address.
(I’m almost done, I do confess).
And,will you please re-spell your name
so all our records are the same?
That’s all I need.
I thank you, Ma’am.
You’ve made me a
Very Happy Man.”
Today’s zucchini was a Ten.
It was a Perfect Specimen!
I ate it. And, I wonder when
my yard will grow its Perfect Twin.
Hot August days.
Hot August nights.
Pretty soon, we’ll just remember
all these lazy summer nights and days.
It’s turning to September.