Leaves rustle lightly in a cool autumn breeze.
I sit content in a lawn chair of disbelief.

The sun sets
Ahead

in a red horizon,

The unrelenting wind and rain
Come to irritate,
Fill me with guilt,

shame,
fear,

"Nuke the Bastards!" whistles
Between the sharp blades of grass,
But it barely registers,
Preoccupied with an autumn evening,
Trying to decide if I really exist.

I sit content.
Slowly fading
Into the dismal penumbra
Of indifference.