The bright side of these times...

I am feeling it for sure.

It is easy to go negative,

But there is a rising going on

That I've been watching.


The smoke is clearing

Some of the dragons leave,

Perhaps drowning in the dark

With their troll friends.


It was not the man all along

We got that wrong,

But the weight of history

The loss of shining.


The road that goes out now

Sings and shouts,

Making fools seem wise

And not black spells.


Rolling on thr grass

Spinning in heart land

Sweet from mint leaves

As if dreams go nuclear.


What is code red

Suddenly disappears.