Oakley
I’m watching
my kids play
at the park,
and I can’t help
but think to myself,
“how in the hell
can these two
perfect things
exist in the same world
that created nuclear bombs
and climate catastrophe
and all the rest?”
I mean,
the news shows me
what’s wrong
with the world
almost every day.
but right now
all I can see
is my son
running toward me
with a stick
in one hand
and a bunch of hope
in the other.
Rusty Truck 