This new year starts quite dry and mild
As Brussels
bomb attacks* are trial-ed;
Benoît XVI
is laid to rest ...
Crowds in St. Peter’s Square attest.
Across the
Pond, the Speaker’s Chair**
In puzzled
Washington stays bare
It’s up
for grabs, by all accounts;
In indecision – tension mounts !
Old certainties
are washed away
We live in
murky times, they say
With Makro
closing all its stores
The unemployment
rate now soars.
The poet searches
for good news
To chase
away these new year blues,
And learns
of Brussels’ brand new stance
To replace some car-park space – with plants***!
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
* in 2016
** Kevin McCarthy?
*** fragrant plants!
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