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Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter
Solstice
And entitles it
“Winter
Solstice,”
And yet Somehow the World Goes On
The sun seems to stand
still, and too, the world
An Ouroboros of lockdowns
and masks
And the increasing
divisions of partisans
In yet another republic
devouring itself
There is an insubstantial
Christmas truce
Undeclared, a catching of
breath and will
In hopes that two-faced
Janus will close his doors
Against the failings of
the coming year
The sun seems to stand
still, and too, the world
We also wait, and search
the skies for a Star
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