BRACING AGAINST THE STORM

A stew is brewing.

Perhaps a storm.

Maybe it’s
already ready,
but it’s difficult to know its shape,
although we know a little bit of how it tastes
and of the ways it deviates
from any prior norm.

The challenge we have now is great,
and we must seek to navigate
with proper speed
and an unparalleled attention
on the proper form.

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