In the pouring storm drenching our town

 In the pouring storm drenching our town

Looking out the screen soaked window

With windy cooling rain coming down

Of temporal lodgings near family ties

In my temporary life close to loved ones

Soon to be home on my patio porch

Privileged purveyor of suburban charm

Rain with no distinction of rich or poor

But oh the resettlement's putrid puddles

Mixed body juices of the ethnically cleansed

With weapons made and sent by us

Here far from the state of the real world

The weather is a pensioner's excitement 

Without leaving home.

Aug. 6, 2024