Things happened that day.
A famous person
Died at an old age.
A team won a cup.
A war got crueler,
And so did others.
It’s so sad what’s left
Is mostly the news
From a given day,
Some retrospective
Historicizing,
Archaeology.
If we could just live
As the names we are,
Our quiet no lives,
Not your news, the news
You don’t notice, don’t
Use us to report.
It grew light and hot,
Sun in the window,
Stream in the forest.
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