Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part eleven

Photo by William J Spirdione

”Freedom, rugged individualism,”
“This is how it can lead us to ruin.”
“One group against the other, dualism,”
“Have’s and have not’s.” A single fly flew in.

“Sorry little girl”; “I like to talk when
I’m working; “ “ A writer likes a breakthrough .”
“It feels good to use my own lungs again.”
“I do not want to say it. I have to.”

“I never could smell my mom's apple pie.”
“My mom! My mom lives at the breeding farm!”
“Little girl, you smell fire, or it’s goodbye,”
“Or at least some grievous bodily harm.”

Both thought, how and why, on this mountain range,
that we can demand and receive, real change.

To be continued…