Perihelion

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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