At increasing speeds, the whispers
of an over-romanticized past
come blasting through the gaps
in our minor sense of well-being.

A sensible rudeness overcomes,
oversees what was meant to be
left strictly to its own
parenthetical devices.

Very soon, very casually, our vices
germinate, upending the landscape
and its genial, inoffensive mood
so profoundly, it’s almost picturesque.

-r. miller

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