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Schiller P/E is north of forty,
the Buffett Index hit an ATH with room to run.
Note: don’t say the “B” word. It rhymes with trouble.
The labor market is softening just in time:
layoffs for prioritization. Capital expenditures.
The market can’t get enough Artificial Intelligence.
Never write a poem again.
There’s another breach in another ceasefire.
Drones against teddy bears.
The federal government shut itself down
for posturing, so those who need to eat most
can’t. A useful campaign talking point.
An emu in a tie lodged between defamation cases
framed as 30-second advertisements.
Yet: a few Gerber daisies alive in the pot,
blooming big and bright against the cold.
I caress a petal to make sure it’s real.
Leaves are turning deep orange to red,
and one bright yellow tree that I can’t name.
I could take a picture on my phone and it will tell me,
but I don’t. I step on the leaves to feel the crunch.