Somehow
it just isn’t the same
as when you couldn’t sleep
and you lay listening
for bells
and you
dreamt of snowfall,
silent and soft, erasing all
the world’s ugliness:
cleansing
the planet
like the Son of God;
a fall of parachute bombs;
the triumph of good
over evil.
My best wishes for the season’s holiday to you and yours Huck
B x
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