Yes, it looks like it’s a
day late, but I wrote it yesterday, in my head, as I walked, and then scribbled
it down when I got home, so I think it still counts as New Year’s Day…
On this first day of the
year
with trees so bare
and the sky so near
I walk familiar streets
with friends of memory
and the faith of little
ones
and faith in little ones
for it is only those of us
whose walk is slow
and full of totters
who see the leaves
on bare limbs
and distance in near skies
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