They told me the end of the world was coming,
that it'd be here any day now.
If I asked, ChatGPT could tell me …

“let’s go and see!”–as if there was anything else to say or do
but their voices and choices are right there on the page
next to the angels

Let's stroll down to the corner I said

I’ve been walking to meet her from before
she was a distant speck,
an irritant grain between sky and earth

In the time of creation, at first, everything was blue.

A poem on the occasion of February 14, 2024 being both Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday.