Just when we know
something important
just has to happen,
just at the date
that looms importantly,
the great big anniversary
of the last seismic
shift in our landscape
of ordinary living
the sly world goes grey
and quiet, almost
ashen, and whispers
to us, "Not this,
not this time, not
now. Hush, hush, wait. . . ."
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