the news
gathers like grey balls
of dust
in the corners
of your room,
under the bed, out of sight.
you'll get
to it, sooner or later,
sweep it
up and
get clean once more,
but soon
another paper
hits the porch
and you turn to the weather,
to sports,
to the style section.
the rest is too hard
to absorb,
the same
as the day before.
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