Melt
by Steven Taylor
The day that Trump announced the US
was taking over Gaza and going to develop
the seafront (in particular) as prime real estate
after removing the Palestinians (maybe some
could stay on as hotel workers, maids and so
forth) there was ice on the rooftops opposite
and the dawn was a couple of minutes late
in coming, but the birds were singing just
as loud as yesterday and America’s cousins
(the ones who buy their secret potions
spray deodrants, hand creams, lotions)
pointed to the sky and told us all to listen.
Robins, blackbirds,
the obvious culprits. Ignore
what Donald says it’ll likely come to nothing.
There is such beauty
when you dare to notice
the obvious things around you. If Palestine
disappears, you can say the ice just melted.
