Advent arrived
while I was away
Good News
rolled in like waves over long dry land:
a new job
a sister's visit
a gift of cash
a sleeping grandson
a free ticket to the ballet
-a magical night at the ballet.
Before each could recede
the next advanced the tide
and the long season of death
seems dying.
Keep coming
washing
lifting
till the threshing of the dark dragon's
future-free form
subsides
beneath the tide.
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