Another New Year

Another cold night flows

into yet another dark day.

For more than forty years,

I have spoken to silence

unvoiced presumptions,

unvoiced expectations.

Why do I still presume

tomorrow with change?

Why do I still expect

that day will come?

I’m tired of talking,

pretending some one will hear.

(January 1, 2020)

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