All the News That’s Fit to Print
The news has spread
among the blackcaps, greater tits and nuthatches
in my backyard
that there are fresh sunflower seeds
in the feeder
and a brisk wind blowing from the south
not a word about Donald Trump
has been uttered
not a syllable about the markets
even the stark famines of the world
and the brutalized children
seem far away
from this happy illusion
that all is well
with the world.
The sun
is dappling the shadows
against the grass.
A single leaf
falls at my feet.