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New Years
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2019 I haven’t gotten used to the new
Maybe this verse, these clouds, this January
is driving me a little bit crazy,
this world
with all its years.
I get older and
a month is no longer
a month.
It is precious seconds
tied up in a tiny corner of my life.
Days went by so much
more slowly
when I was young enough not to know
how to write the date.
I get older and
a year is no longer
a year.
It is teardrops
I am trying
to hold
on
to.
Bravo Write
The tallsquirrelgirl I remember. Well executed poem, for reading over and over Especially "This world/ with all its years." I admire a unique time image :)
slc
xoxox