"Woman who left kids in hot car while shoplifting is still in jail"
The article goes on to mention that she was stealing "baby formula, diapers, shaving cream, razor, and two eight-ounce soft drink bottles."
But even as I had barely come to grips with the sadness of that complicated story, I read another headline, this one in my own local paper, the Waterville Morning Sentinel:
"Police: Man forces ex-wife to swallow wedding ring"
Meanwhile, here I sit at my writing table, listening to chickens complain and the dog bark; listening to the cicadas rattle in the trees; listening to robins chortle in the maples. "The world is too much with us; late and soon." Tragedy is not too large a word.
3 comments:
The stuff of so much more than poems. . .
Thank you for writing this. The strange thing is that I was just typing the word misery. The Creature's, Fanny's, Shelley's, Mary's, Harriet's. I find your chickens very soothing.
Real life is seldom tidy....
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