2017

I get spooked out New Year’s Eve.
It is the worst transitional day.
Just got used to writing 2017
instead of 2016.
People who I have lost over the years
could float above my head and wake me.
I can’t sleep New Year’s Eve.
I will get up and make
myself a cup of tea.

A new year tomorrow.
Another year unspoilt and unmarked.
A new page i can scribble on.
New people to meet.
Maybe a new song.
Planned events coming closer
and then occurring.
Wheel out of rut,
Life is not boring.
I wait. I hope. I dream.
For tomorrow and next year.

2017.

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