I suppose it is not so
Unsurprising
To be unable to recollect
Which events in the past
Took place in which years
After all we have lived
So far this year waiting
To know when this year
Will be over and yet
Still the waiting continues
In the meantime the past
Recedes like a future event
We have no way to gauge
If it will ever take place
The horses on the carousel
Remain covered in plastic
Drowsy from such disuse
Their prolonged hibernation
A reflection of our inner state
Such pageantry and whimsy
Stilled in the brisk afternoon
Not even collecting dust
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Joshua Keiter 