365

 

ticktockticktockticktock
it says and we listen
and then don’t; pace
ourselves and rush,
blush at the thought
of another sunrise.

winterspringsummerfall
it moans and we groan
that we’re too cold or too
hot or not just-right-tepid,
temperate and ready for
the next balmed breeze.

10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
we count down to the new
and release the old, swept
into the closet next to last
year’s bones and the stones
we chose not to throw.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides

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2 Responses to 365

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    I love “swept into the closet with last year’s bones.”

  2. So good how you wrote this in such a fast pace to echo the progression of time. I’m out of breath!

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