a question of scale

coffee at lips I read news

politics plague Placido

it makes no sense

(my wife said last night)

to think we’re doomed

yet want more children and I

think only of upcoming miles

on a last-legs car transporting

the present two to everywhere

I banish politics with a tab click

peruse prompts and think of

what to write while the cursor

winks and mocks in the void

but I know how to slay this dragon