The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Trouble Everywhere
The paper reports trouble everywhere,

Middle East, Delaware, sliding headfirst

Toward disaster. Planes in the air

Almost collide. Bubble burst

And you and I in debt, mon cher,

The kids’ music makes us despair

For them. Our pension fund is cursed

And we may soon be living on angel hair and liverwurst.

And yet our old romance perseveres,

A casual flirtation that grew zealous

Just like the climbing roses we planted years

Ago have almost overwhelmed the trellis.

Darling, when you look me in the eye

And smile, those clouds just roll on by.
 
Joe Crandall, “Trouble Everywhere.”