I am going to ignore the alarming news
and sleep until the apocalypse.
Right now, in this dark, gentle moment
The sun is out and clouds are to the south.
The full moon is touching me.
And before you know it the rains will come back
and our laundry and lunacy will be ruined
once again.
The sunshine never lasts here–
like you.
And while I hate to use the word fail in a poem,
Who are we kidding anyway?