Pace of Entropy
An Idaho summer dust storm enveloped them, again,
Agitating their eyes and lungs, obscuring their vision,
Turning the blue sky sandy-brown, and
Producing only a few raindrops
Which did little to nourish the crops or their souls.
It was a difficult time —
Covid killed and terrorized,
People suffered from inflating fiat currencies,
Money buying less and less, while
Masks and lockdowns muzzled dissent, and
Throughout the west droughts persisted, worsened.
Fires raged in the forests and deserts,
Smoke smothered the sky,
The weather refused to cooperate with their hopes, and
After some time there was a darkening of spirits, and
A growing malaise and hunger, which
Redoubled the pace of entropy,
Confounding the situation.