Breaking News

The news broke,

scattered shards of words.

Reporters rushed to brush them up

with a broom and dustpan,

each one with different words,

different opinions,

different commercials.

The news broke,

scattered shards of words.

I rushed to brush them up

and threw them in the trash.

Birds in the branches

twittered what I needed - 

the breaking weather report.

published in Sonnets to Sing