In the Fog

While social media and coverage bias
and shallow creeds sway flocks, the bumblebee
and silver-spotted skipper do not see
the news or twitter hashtags that supply us
with endless waffle, aim to classify us
by the sum of melanin in skin. Carefree,
the bee and butterfly seem to agree
the purple loosestrife’s luscious, as they eye us,
imagining we are not the full shilling
to disregard their joy. They do not battle
each other. When summer ends, they will skedaddle
from this astounding world, while we keep swilling
Internet lies, keep killing dialogue,
keep staggering and stumbling in the fog.
 

(Appeared in Jerry Jazz Musician.)