Noon Poem

Hope is

Holding ground in total dark
Reminding yourself that eyes adjust
Just hold tight

Not dark as
As fresh as tomorrow's hope
Nearly unseen, little, like you
A ninety-nine percenter

Hope is
Suspecting that Kiwis pray
Doesn't matter whom to, in my view

It's next doors' party, while falling asleep 
A bit boozy
Secular fun
Listening, woozy in hope well spent

Not my party
Yet, within my ninety-nine percenter
And no gate crasher
Just glad to hear our Kiwi spirit
Ready for action

I hope, anyway, like you
Trusting in tomorrow's whatever

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