Distance

There wasn’t any last week anyway.
So there can be no repercussions,
No fallout, no deprivations
Or injustices that follow.
There was no this morning
And I know this is true,
Because now is the afternoon,
And this is all there is;
A sliding down grey reality
Through cherry blossoms storming,
Pine impressions on the firmament,
And a faraway drone of popping voices
That threaten to distract me
From my careful inattention.