And so the day after New Years day rolls on
meandering like wind pushing hands of clock.
I move through familiar footsteps
taken inside brisk air.
Everyone still carries optimism.
Still musters up a smile
and voice of Happy New Year.

Christmas decorations disappear
from store windows.
Lights dim on trees as boxes
come out of closets for repacking.

May every day be perceived as
right after New Years.
So...everyone will carry the
spirit of love to move
with smiles and harmony.