We aren’t under the
tornado warning,
at least not officially,
but I can hear the sirens
from a long way off.

Like any whistle blown
in advance of a train.

The protests sound
out loud and clear:

Pay Attention.

Put down what
you were doing.

Black lives matter.

Now, what
you do with
your one life matters.

Where will you stand,
in the old weather
circling back around?

Just Don’t Kill the Money Tree

She wants to keep her plants alive
and not own a car. Have warm walls
around her. Her father says there are
some problems you can’t escape –
grit your teeth and put up with it.
(She also has dental bills coming.)
She gets a monthly bus pass
and sees how it goes, sees
how much she prefers to walk,
sees all around her how much pain
can be bought and banished
if you have the time to listen
to where it hurts.