A Poem by Mark Nowak

SOMEWHERE THERE IS SUNSHINE AND SOMEWHERE ELSE THERE ARE THUNDERSTORMS AND FLOODS SOMEWHERE THERE IS SILENCE AND SOMEWHERE THERE IS TOO MUCH SOUND IN A COUNTRY LIKE THIS COUNTRY IN A STATE LIKE THE STATE WE’RE IN SOMEWHERE THERE ARE STRATUS CLOUDS AND SOMEWHERE THERE ARE ALTOSTRATUS CLOUDS OR EVEN STRATOCUMULOUS CLOUDS SOMEWHERE BUT MOST LIKELY EVERYWHERE THERE ARE SECURITY CAMERAS THERE IS CONSTANT SURVEILLANCE 24/7 AND SOMEWHERE THERE ARE SECRET SERVICE SNIPERS AND SWAT TEAMS WITH SILENCERS ON THEIR LONG-RANGE RIFLES SOMEWHERE THERE IS FIRE AND SOMEWHERE THERE IS I.C.E. IN A COUNTRY LIKE THIS COUNTRY IN A STATE LIKE THE STATE WE’RE IN SOMEWHERE THERE IS STINGING NETTLE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD SOMEWHERE THERE ARE SHELTER-IN-PLACE ORDERS AND SOMEWHERE ELSE THERE ARE STOCK OPTIONS IN A TOWN LIKE THIS TOWN IN A COUNTRYSIDE LIKE THIS COUNTRYSIDE SOMEWHERE THERE ARE STORMTROOPERS AND SOMEWHERE THE SUSPECT IS DOWN ON A STREET LIKE THIS STREET IN A COUNTRY LIKE THIS COUNTRY THE SHOOTER DIES OF A SINGLE GUNSHOT WOUND AND SOMEONE ELSE SAYS THIS IS JUST LIKE WHAT HAPPENED IN SLOVAKIA

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