December Dichotomy
by Mark Fleisher

Thanksgiving in the rear-view mirror,
breathe into the liminal time before
December, with its frosty air and festive atmosphere
obscures the rancor of our divisiveness
sharp and pointed as icicles
threatening from roof tops,
corrosive voices beneath the patina
of merriment, often percolate to the top
Yet we press on, soldier on as some say,
finding respite from personal travails,
the uncertainty of future days
even if only temporary the balms of
December, with its frosty air and festive atmosphere



 

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