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If there’s one thing good about 2020, the events of the year allowed us to grow outside our comfort zone.  For me, I uncovered this poem I wrote about 17 years ago that surprisingly was very appropriate for the year.  With some minor changes, here is my Ode to 2020.

The wet worry of winter
Washed over me
Like a tsunami after an 8.O
No job, no love, no life
How many more stresses to go?

As I sat in resolution
In a most moonless of midnights
Your golden sun rose.

At first a glint, and then a glimmer
The unmistakable fire
Of a long lost landscape
Rekindled my faith and renewed my hope
Like ice on lips
Long parched from fever.

Are you an angel?
Or are you an omen?
The dawn of a new day?
Or merely the eye of a storm?

This but I know…
Because of you
Sweet songs of summer
Sing in me once more.

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