I scrape my plate – Ron’s yam and salmon hash –
And read about Edna St. Vincent Millay,
Reckoning, in this strange time that a brash
Assertion of fragility would sail,
Nay, zoom, over the unfettered charmless
Who take for granted their unguarded selves
And pretend their every laugh is harmless –
Their lethargy of reason I wish delved
Past their own pleasures long enough to see
Greater hearts and minds have failed to endure.
The firefly and the heat easily
Gravitate, per Darwin, to each other.
Youth is wasted on the – oh never mind.
Let’s open a bottle and toast the blind.