New Year, 2006
No matter how many of these first days
I have experienced,
no matter the arbitrariness of the calendar,
the clock, the people
count and measure with hope that this new year
will be different, better,
and I am with them in such hopes, so
I celebrate on quiet Jan.1,
I replenish the cat’s water bowl, I read
Mandela and write poems.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
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