Forecast

Like breakfast fish & rice, milk & cereal
we turn on the radio & wait for the morning paper.
What’s going on? What happened to yesterday’s today?
We’re always by 24 hours late.
Can we be seconds ahead of present hell?
So we wait & wait & wait
for catastrophes that lurk like beggars at the corner.
We go through our paces O knowing much & so little.

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