Dear TwoThousandTwentyFour I stare hard at your door and wonder What will you be like? Maybe tonight I’m on edge more than in the past because I remember the last presidential election. Would it be okay to play ostrich for a year? Not see or hear news? Or how about you let me sleep oblivious to peep or tweet to red or blue and things untrue to leaders shirking and things not working? Do you suppose it would be fine to just attend to what is mine? I know, I know You’ll probably tell me it’s a fact well known If I want peace, turn off my phone!