The seconds, each night, pass. Digits
of the gas pump mark our debt, fossil
fuel emissions cloud our value.
Cost of living; nothing is something and
everything can be changed. Inflation,
a repetitious claim, again and again.
Life goes on. Each night we save a little
time, a few seconds here, to reflect on
the art that gives us something to see.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
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