LOVE Poem: Alternatively, by Joel Holland

when the teaser-trailers
for this apocalypse stop,
and it finally just happens,
and the power is gone everywhere,
I will lose contact with a thousand
people I called friend, and desperately
try to get a hold of 20 of them;
the ones I find, I will hold them
close, and breathe the natural air
a little deeper. I will understand the
grace of the sun’s daily resurgence
and the miracle of natural food,
as I pick corn, cabbage, carrots and
tomatoes fresh in that garden
somewhere, and realize, I really
could have done this
without the apocalypse

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