Tired of talk.
How hard
to take this dreadful season
in silence.
The reason
for the pleading
has passed
like last summer.
I did not see
it going. Only gone.
To quiet
now
against those
tedious arguments —
repeat
and repetition.
My cheerful, mid-winter, mid-pandemic poem is up on The Drabble.
Stevie's Law 
no words. silence.
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