Now and again I wonder.
First the lightning, then the thunder.
Watch look and listen and inevitably;
What eventually happens no one will believe.
City, street, monumental installation;
A
story in which the central figure wins;
In
museum galleries pondering contemplation.
It
has no end, a real tragedy that begins.
Reflecting
on the moon at its fullest;
Waxing
or waning, it comes and it goes.
Following
the star constellations, clear at its best;
And
flowers in a garden planted in rows.
Rows
and rows of flowers no-one knows
Things
I once knew and have now forgotten
Apocryphal,
faster than a speeding bullet;
More
powerful than a locomotive;
Fiery
with fortitude unparalleled, unmatched;
Liberty
says print the legend as if true.
Justice
comes not to those who have patience to wait;
Millions
vote with impact of little note;
While
media analytics before and after;
Formative
and summative we want to assess;
Trying
to understand what might be or could have been disaster;
Next
time, just to do what is right- more or less.
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