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Christmas Out There

Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.
Grass not quite green.
Moon beams casting sinister light
as bare branches of winter trees
glisten in unrealistic ways.
Keep listening and soon you will hear a discordant clang of bells
telling you that Christmas night has arrived.
In the distance a solitary voice sings
one line of “Silent Night.”
For her it’s just another one to survive.
While a man tried ringing someone, anyone…
no reply.

24 Dec 17

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