I have no right to complain I have no right to rage about the rain trickling into my dry cellar floor when houses ransacked by the flood, the floorboards, couches caked in mud, appliances, albums, heirlooms loved all heaped in piles outdoors remind me that I have no right to complain. I have no right to whine about the weeds thriving while my zinnias are not blooming when ravaged crops of corn and hay, the verdant stalks now brown and grey, and next-year’s seeds all swept away, the end of season loom … (read more)
