Thursday after Monday, Day 18 NaPoWriMo

Thursday after Monday seems exhausted.
The news just keeps coming, sometimes no news
is the only news that’s available
and we settle into that, not resting.
Even the reporters look tired; they are,
they wish for a new angle, anything
to give them something fresh to say aloud
a reason to stand on busy sidewalks.
What’s the payoff for knowing a victim
is eating chocolate chip pancakes (great news!)
or how sad the friends of mourners are, still.
Have you seen the growing memorials?
What can we do but go on weeping then?
Alone, together, we are sad again.