looking for signs
in the entrails
of the latest politician
to be skewered,
we may miss
the story
about
the homeless fellow
who pushed a
family's car out of
the snow
and accepted only
a 'thank you'
as his reward;
reading the handwriting
on the 'net
regarding the cliff
we lemmings
seem to be running
toward,
we overlook
the kids lined up
at the tellers'
windows, emptying
their piggy banks
for their teacher
battling cancer;
convinced that the warnings
of that disembodied
radio voice
portend the end
of our sacred cows,
we ignore the songs
composed in
the bathtub
by our grandchildren
as they celebrate
all the wonder of
the life they have.
(c) Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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