It is already December and time
To pay another month's bills
Despite the rain the greens seller
Is out hawking the produce at
Reduced rates hoping his regular
Customers will still venture out
He must envy those who don't have to
Make a living under weeping skies
Fishermen south of us are setting out
Across seas only just coming out of
A slow-moving cyclone that vented
Its wrath on the neighbouring island
A distant volcano erupted after being
Dormant for over ten thousand years
The earth under my feet doesn't move
What is happening miles underground
May be scary and unable to forecast
The tree across the street gently sways
We all survive at someone's pleasure.
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