The waltz of warmth

That dances in and out

Of each year

Is played on instruments

That seem sturdy.

Their change of tone

Takes place in increments

Masked by melody.

Here and there a note

Slides glissando, squeaks

Like a scratch on glass

To leave the ear insecure

As to the intent

Of the composition.

We discover that we waltz

Out of step, beset

By dissonance.

Crops fail. Vengeful winds

Pull and render

Dwellings into shreds.

Famine swells baby bellies.

Floods and avalanches

Rise crescendo

To match the harmony.

We have fiddled with

The rules of composition,

So, must learn to dance

To a different tune.





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