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Flocks of Prophets

Flocks of prophets fly through the air
all across the country twice a year,
signaling that the coming change is already here —
not flying as far south as they once did,
returning north earlier than before.

How many noticed these signs
amidst all the hot air being spewed
by the various media?

And,
     in the future,
          given
the commodification and corporatization of all things,
will the air that you breathe be sold to you?


Michael Ceraolo is a poet based in Cleveland, Ohio, the author of Cleveland Haiku and Euclid Creek.  This poem is an edited excerpt from his poem-in-progress titled The De-Greening of America.




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