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Just when you felt convinced

that the inevitable was already happening,

just when the utter daily-ness of every single thing

had finally persuaded you not to expect,

not even to look,

just when tomorrow

had completely forfeited its meaning

as distinct from everyday,

a melody of dancing was caught from far away,

one long sigh became transmuted in mid-air

into a gasp of sheer astonishment.

And now a word, He comes,

new whispered on December’s wind,

melts grim-set lips to simple speech,

and song, and framing age-old salutations.