CITY ISLAND LINES
Here we stand at the corner
Of Hell and high water. As the world turns, It also burns. Forests crumble to ash, Icebergs gone in a splash. As ice caps melt, Ripples are felt. When tides rise, Lives capsize. Cities upended, Futures suspended. ‘What to do?’ is the question At this intersection. But while we’re still thinking, Islands are sinking, As we stand at the corner Of Hell and high water. 21 Jan 2020
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