It’s mid-January at world’s end
and they’re making milk out of everything:
goats, pencils, and non-ironic GPS.
Wild boars are slowly taking the suburbs
while homeowner associations cling
to pre-measured shrubberies.
Children know about racism and saffron
but I recall the days of chalk
and skinned knees.
Will there be nostalgia for phone wires
or will we have radar to navigate
since the sun will have burned our retinas?
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