it is the most heightened of times-
tick tock slowly and slowly again-
this 2023 disappearing 23.59-
one second gone going-
and gone again.... welcome 2024
good luck everybody, and poets
your new year songs.

think i may like to travel to small places,
old and full of history. deep aged fabrics
stained with the words of time. to touch

the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
winking naughtily through the leaves.

the longer your Earthly path
all the more are prayers offered for the dead.

Sometimes good sometimes bad
Often make one sad

Sometimes fresh sometimes faint
A picture they paint

We hide or flaunt
But the past is bound to haunt

Make new or retake few
But the mood goes blue

We quit but revisit
Somewhere in heart they sit

All memories
are ongoing stories