pale apple blossoms
blooming mid-February
frozen and dead by early March

coyotes on the streets of housing tracts
searching for food
among puppies and kittens

the desperate amassed at borders
neighbors in tents around the corner
easterners migrating west from soaring shores

the tang of smoke over the globe among
young cheeks with bloody scabs
eyes hollowed of fear and hunger

reflected back from indifferent screens
in the safety of sitting rooms
we stare straight ahead

an entire culture being annihilated
by those we elected
dare we look over our shoulders

Rick E Regine is a psychotherapist and a poet currently living in Santa Fe, New Mexico where he practices and writes. Read other articles by Rick E.