city at nite: early spring march

sleepy w/ the window open

80+ F today 

still doomscrolling the war on my phone 

the disrupted climate & the pandemic still at large

i hear the lifeflight helicopter make its approach to the hospital helipad

& behind that 

the oceanic waves of the freeway

the flyblown pitch of a speeding motorcycle 

sirens always sirens 

police & fire & security services

& later while my lids get heavy 

i hear the rustle of a raccoon & later an oppossom

on the porch eating the leftover cat food

to still get the news from poems

i look up jaan kaplinski

& read 'it was like this or a little bit different

it is like this or a little bit different'

this night is like every night

& a little bit different

the world is broken