I believe they’re n’er
not average
A suburban ranch so
Plain and ordinary.
Belief all should get along
Although they’ve
A wall and across it
A Pretty name
from a French chanson.
Keeping the turmoil
from becoming
what’s normal.
It doesn’t stop a tragedy
A hovering cloud above me.
At times it does not seem right.
But, brighter instead, a boost
Though not true
Has become the light.
The words say the
Storm is passing over
Though it seems having run
Everywhere there is
Finding no cover.
RLB 6-18-2020