A New Year
Holes and fireworks
The blacksmiths of this hour
An empty tube light in the night
And a rat scurrying the jubilant streets
Ease, hope and the kisses of the new year.
Fears of today absentmindedly forgotten
And another black rat
A token of our gratitude it seems.
Light wavering on half lit walls,
Wind moving through artificial trees,
cell towers and clotheslines
Shuddering shirts wet with remorse
Shaking empty clips and wire
Drooping plastic leaves and branches
These the wind chimes of our lives.
The yellow half moon hanging still
Between two thoughts.
A stranger's greeting on the road
His smell and sweat and drunken laughter
Resounding in me, amplifying in me
my smell and sweat and drunken laughter
And yes, that deepest sense of
love- for all that is.
