Mild- D.S Maolalai


MILD


news again from america;
it seems
each month
it’s under water. 


at home
nothing to worry us – 
one high wind 
overnight
and the city
shuts down
with the fall of one
treebranch. ireland
is all 
mild weather,
all mild
everything – unseasoned meals
and politics
which are just about
getting along. sharp storms
meaning clothes hung out
and wet paintings
left to dry
in the wind
by open windows. 


nobody dies here
and nobody feels anything,
disease or weather
or anything,
except boredom 
and staining age.

If you like the work of DS Maolalai, you should read Harold Ackerman

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