Unsettled

There’s too much rain in Seattle,
too much snow in Maine,
tornados in Kansas scare me,
earthquakes in California, same.

There’s too much unrest in Turkey,
I don’t speak the language in Spain,
Venezuela’s economy has flatlined,
American leader’s insane.

I am the tree in the desert,
untethered, roots withered away,
restless to find my next garden,
where I’ll grow whole and green again.

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