When

Wasp nest
Out West.
​In fest
Wishes Best,

Sting abatement.
Call indictment.
In the ring,
Crowd excitement.

Where have they gone?
Ties once thought strong.
Alright, now wrong.
Confetti paper all along.

I think today,
Not much to say.
Come out and play.
Don’t run away.

But run they have.
No balm or salve
Can ease the burn
Of how things turn.

Tough in mind.
A quiet time.
Caress the feel
Of what's now real.

Old friend, old friend.
Hope can't amend.
At least remember
Beginning’s end.
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2/8/24