when fate looms in the news.
My fairy
elf is near me
on the couch and sees
all the same scary
stuff I’m seeing,
but they take the long view—
it’s fairly
clear even to yours truly
that the world must change hues,
scary
as the change from blue to clay may be.
I’m born to lose,
but my fairy
elf will still be around when I’m dead and buried.
They will dance in the sun and be renewed—
not so very scary
for my elfin fairy.
