Meanwhile, Back At the Ranch

I sat down at the computer at 3:35

a.m., my usual time

And Vergil had left something up

He was reading last night,

Political, perhaps,

Commentary.

And meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

Oh, Daddy. My sweet sweet daddy,

Dead now twelve years,

And as I sit, stand, contemplate

My words for today

I think of him and his

Wit. This is something

my dad would say.

So the world is spinning somewhere in space

And the news rooms are spinning

And heads are spinning

Out of control in some instances.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch,

People are dying, dealing

With life, or trying to,

Dealing with death,

Or trying to.

We do the best we can

Holding it together,

Piecing it together

Here at home, you know,

Back at the ranch

Where it all began

Where it all began

Eons, eons, eons ago.

Giddy up.

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