I stop a moment
to pause
on the cusp of the new year
this is when
I empty the drawers
to make them ready
to accept new items
remembering again
that if **** came out
then **** went in
what's next
is just
out of sight ahead
as remnants of dated
songs drift through my head
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
I stop a moment
to pause
on the cusp of the new year
this is when
I empty the drawers
to make them ready
to accept new items
remembering again
that if **** came out
then **** went in
what's next
is just
out of sight ahead
as remnants of dated
songs drift through my head
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