Monday, January 3, 2011

December 31 Poem

the year
offers us
an empty plate
it has
nothing left
to feed us
now in this
our time
of hunger
for something new
it settles in
and listens
to our eulogies
all night long
knowing only
that what comes next
is as yet
and anything
is possible
for now.

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