the fireworks lit up
To greet each sunrisewith the same celebrationas the year’s first day
“Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird,That cannot fly.”…
when clocks traverse yearsopportunities blossomarrive with fireworks
Winter robbed the trees.The rainy season moved in, This is our New Year.
More of those sad eyescurtained by a bashful fringe,New Year’s delusions.
Pictures online ofPeople partying all night.I just went to bed.
Year to be docked.Two sparks in the fireplace chisel our retinas.