"But when, months on, the dark headlines appear"

Okay, friends, we would all like better and brighter headlines, right now, I know, and they will come in time. But here's a poem about all too complacently not seeing the present rot and presages future despair.

The North American Anglican has just published my "Teele Square, Sunday Morning, Summer 2001," a poem of the blithe and the bonny and the botched. Click the NAA masthead to read the poem. Then, click the cover of The Slumbering Host, the volume in which the poem appears, to visit your local online book seller and pick up the anthology itself.

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