Peace In America
PEACE IN AMERICA
Radio turned down in bed,
Late night 2 a.m. Unhurried
Man’s voice speaks of the weather.
It is the only tiny sound in the universe.
Nothing disturbs his steady calm
At the top of the hour.
He intones the next record -
Slow country fiddles,
Dedicated to Annette in Spokane.
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Other poems of mine, similar to this, are available at
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