I live in fear of moon-shaped houses.
They rise over the hilltops at dusk
reflecting a light almost gone from the world.
Old people cherish things that have changed the least.
A mouse trap, shape of a wine bottle,
how evening sun kisses the edge of the world.
Tech companies invent solutions to problems
we don’t have. We line up with our money, download the app.
The line extends to the end of the world.
An oak tree notices everything about the change of seasons.
He grows acorns while he appears to be sleeping.
He didn’t get the news about the end of the world.
There are two kinds of windows, looking into realms
actual or digital. Empires rise from zeros and ones
while tree frogs and antelope disappear from the world.
If God is out there, he’s left us to our own devices.
When I open mine, blue light spreads across my face
and I forget all about the light of the world.
Al Fournier
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