The slow black dog chased the car.
The car ran on paranoia’s gasoline.
The Winter Equinox an ancient time
to figure out a sense of what it means.
Advent runs past pell mell –
A canter into Christmas Day above
reflection. Time to put things right again
and pray for sun returning, light and love.
Cuts take their time, seeing how
to fit things together, making whole
before the Brussel Sprout sulphur masks
with humour all attempts after all.
©2013 Michael L Radcliffe
