to the doves remaking their nest
outside the kitchen
and who flip out
every time I open the window
i say chill freakazoids
to the young environmentalist
who referred to me as
a boomer
i say
excuse me
missy
i am generation X
and will thank you just
to remember that
to my dogs who will not stop barking
at coyotes and delivery trucks
with equal fury i say
keep it up
to Solaima I say
stand by:
the poem is on its way
to everybody else
thrashing around in the whole end-of-days
scenario
i say:
don't have a hyper-spaz
it hasn't even started yet
