clamor of the clarinet and fiddle, and it’s happening right now.

Michael Chabon Manhood for Amateurs final line.





What I knew seems lost

amidst the clamor of lies

and social distancing and

how many nutcases there

must be for our president

to be considered seriously by some.


Tommy next door practicing

his clarinet again is off key

like life has become.


I fiddle away time and it’s

as if what’s happening right now

isn’t the most important time in the

history of this planet.


Because if I look beyond the clamor

what I find is a lot of other noise

that seems to be going in the same

circles as this planet and solar system.


Maybe life imitates nature.



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