Friday, December 31, 2010

Winter Writings: Day 10

I feel it in the air
the ending of another year
the regret in a passing backward glance
the anticipation in a hurried step
an artificial boundary to give us all
a chance at redemption and change.

In the gnarled tangle of the streets
and still figures wrapped in grey mist thought
sipping coffee while memories flutter like old cinema
across the marquis
of pinched and worried faces

We prepare to close the door
with tight regret
yet growing anticipation
a prayer said for the rabbit year

Blueprints in journals
resolutions ensuring this will be the year
all things come to pass

We celebrate the finite
calendar of man

While cupped in the hands of infinite time.

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