(x = space)

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Hard-Going

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The metaphors

Should be everywhere

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The land should be

Replete with them,

North and south

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Here is the quiet earth,

There the earth is passionate

With green,

The seasons are alive

Either with slumber or with

Breaking through

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Both are organic states,

Necessary,

And beautiful

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In the human world,

There should be holidays

And there are:

Hanukkah enjoys a full menorah,

Christmas is but days away

So all is anticipation,

And the colors of

Kwanzaa adorn

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Not to mention, anciently,

The solstice is tilting toward us

More and more;

There will be festivals

Set on stone

Or rather around them

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The planet

With or without our help

In counting

Shall split into seasons

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What is compelling?

I don’t know

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The virus,

The ugliness of politics

In the USA,

Danger in so many other

Places

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There’s room for verse,

The call is clarion

But heavy goes the craft:

Can you feel it?

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Questions deserve answers,

Most of them;

Brittle is the monolith

The keeps on moving

To allow a phallic message

To be realized

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Brittle yet taking

Many hits until it has a

Home or many homes,

Leaving scooped-out earth

So that the

Female has a say

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Though one has to ask

Why the say is always second,

And there are more options

In the day

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It is difficult;

Next time might be typical,

Greeting cards make

Silly sense again;

And the metaphors that

Make the text

And move the world be

Open from the cupboard

Of the Lord

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C L Couch

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