The moistened soil in my yard, lush of grass with Alsike clover slowly rising.
Dusk is leading to less intense shadows, darkness looming, thunder clouds to the north not booming.
Many awaken each morn with thoughts of, 'What great tragedy today be looming?'
The arid Southwest Texas region soaks in disdain from our latest bout with failed system.

So much tragedy among us, myriad of emotions, hardened over time, periodically showing.
Would we continue to strive forward without some coolness found in our calloused soul- bleeding?
Oh! the upheaval and the evil bestowed upon the innocence of children, taking its creeping toll.
Peace - is it hopelessly retreating as legislators follow the scent of the powerful, soaked by the greasy greedy?