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Worrying Turns of Events

There is suffering, we write checks. There is much madness, we duck and dive, walk in groups. Preppers dream of solar powered generators. Small guns are concealed upon large men. Troubled times, the news is too much for these short days. The popular narrative is to worry while we can. On a cycle path I walk on tiptoes. Last year a young lady was assaulted on this trail -beaten to death, It made the local news. Nothing occurs today but it could. I am harassed by storm crows, they are smoky shadows pecking at my ashtray mind. The ashtray is a heavy glass one, it could be used as a weapon.

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