Blossoms Of 2020 Poem by Stanley Dorsey

Our brains were being addled on all fronts
So we embraced the mulch.
Disguising us from the aura of collapse.
Beware the pod is ripened to cause much havoc
Cursing us as ferns of less
These are incessant times of stress
Who shall arbor us rest?
This I heard the sage say
Go cordially and look upon the bough
Temperatures are rising that I know
Then pointing he said
There under the shade
Someone to mend your shards and guard your ways