No Child’s Mythic Mystic Journey

Through this driving rain,
Off to Grandma’s once again.

Muted Christmas songs.

No one wants to sing along.

A mournful background sound,

Drowned without hesitation

By adolescent recitation

Of somber death, poetry

From the nineteenth century.

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