The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 26 / Phillip Neal Tippin

A semblance of life
In shambles.

The plausibility structure
Of climate control
Matters much more
Than I could hope to hide.

What a dying breed we are
   Without the Seed.

The current presentiment
Premised on certainty.

Then I will not choke
With my heart in my throat.

The cuttings of life
Coupons or whatever is left over
After snowflakes
   After Jack Ridl

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2023 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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