Not a rain
sunk mud road
with the
prematurely lighted tree
signaling
the space
the grace we
have found
but a
prickling wind sung road
suddenly, a carol
incongruous
no
decorations
a recruiting, tired witnesses
a car , a family
driving to
the shops, driven
another family
dressed for
Home Affairs
uncomfortable, unexpected
but in this
strange silence
we hear the
magic of Christmas day, radio random
a break in
the stifled silence
happysad
goodandbad
the ones on
the brink, edge of survival
the ones
making small talk, hurting
sharing
Charlie and Lola books in the back seat
unfairness,
helplessness
guided, a
safe place
God bless us
everyone
not just in December.
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