There are no more Christmases as before

Less people,

Less gifts,

Empty tables

Many absent.

The streets are bare

There is poor lighting

Small notes

They mark this season.

A different year

Almost finished

Ending balance

How discouraged!

Fatal destinations

A sick world

There are no more Christmases

As before.

in Catharsis of Words, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Sunday, December 20, 2020, 6:48 pm

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)