Even the gods love jokes*
as sunset bleeds crimson
across the Olympics;
makes lemonade from smog,
while avalanche lilies
remain patient under
the retreating snowlines.
Wildflowers blooming
dazzle the beholder,
blind to nature’s trauma.
No longer staunch sentries,
glaciers shrink from duty,
exposing human faults.
Even the gods love jokes.
Why am I not laughing?
*Quote attributed to Plato.
