The Clock Has Struck
The clock has struck.
It's way too late.
There are no thoughts left to pollinate.
The planet warms.
They've sealed their fate with
fires and storms, wars and hate.
It's way too late.
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2023
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