fifty dead in Orlando,
one dead in Britain,
so many dead in Syria, Iraq, all of Africa,
all over the world, so much ugliness
in the press,
a broken democracy
sold out to the NRA
climate change, human trafficking.
hard problems, difficult decisions
and so when the strawberries from my
garden are on my breakfast table,
in the sunshine, so red, so sweet,
so local, grown with my own hands
i wonder that we can't make the
world as sweet at these fruits.