I hid from the headlines for seven days by james c. morehead

I hid from the headlines for seven days
as if drunk from the water of Lethe,
mythical river of forgetfulness.
I hid from the headlines for seven days,
each day easier than the one before,
no temptation to doom scroll.
As the fog of headlines lifted
I could focus on an evergreen horizon,
the crisp twilight air
pungent with wisps of pine,
and harmonizing songbirds
from treetops far above.
But as the week drew to a close,
headlines roared, reignited-
a firestorm screaming in all caps.
My vision blurred with their return.
Defenseless to the flames I gasped
with Lethe’s waters spent.
poem copyright 2024
james c. morehead (Poet Laureate - Dublin, CA)
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