A Guess

I could have guessed,
and haven’t guessed wrong yet,
that out in West
the sun would set.
 
Stupid as that may seem
to some of you,
the ones who’d dream
it wasn’t true
are few.
 
But even for all the certainty
that guess would seem
to have for me
I must confess —
it’s still just a guess.

A poem, in poems. Seasonal.

Made . Brought in .

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