There’s a chill in the air
There’s a chill in the air,
though we’re half past April.
can already hear it from the local “native”.
As native as you can be on stolen land, sure.
there’s a chill in the air.
Not enough snow this year.
So maybe this half of April will bring some rain.
We’re running low on water I think.
At least that’s what we’ve heard.
There’s that chill in the air.
This time from the thought of a record-breaking summer.
But we just keep adding fuel to that fire.
Will they ever stop dropping?
Which reminds me, did you get your taxes in? Or did you abstain?
Or would they just make more of it to send to the regime?
There’s a bitter chill in the air.
Waking up again. Still here each day. Something in my gut is in knots.
Will that be true tomorrow?
That’s the thing, living in our world.
Today, in our community, is it the bombs we need to worry about?
Maybe those neighbors really do think their political idol is their messiah.
Maybe they do want to enact holy retribution on the opposition.
Doesn’t matter if we believe.
There’s a numbing chill in the air.
We’re floating on this rock.
Spinning through the cosmos.
But we’re like a spoiled kid who knows another toy will come around once this one is spent.
‘Cept, no one’s bringing us another one.
This one breaks, it’s one and done.
If our toddlers in office start to play with the bigger fireworks,
we’ll probably get that second winter.
But I reckon that snow isn’t gonna help our low water none.
There’d be a chill in the air, and it would taste like static.
Who’s gonna stop it? Who’ll step up to the plate?
We all wait, holding our breath, every day from rise to set.
It feels like we’re all gonna end up passed out instead.
For now I’ll stand on my porch, in the dark.
Pulling on my sweater because
There’s a chill in the air.
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