New Year Memorial Poem by Charlotte Ballard
New Year Memorial
Just up
New Year’s Day
Isn’t it?
I can’t remember
In the muddleness
Of just waken up
And of the afternoon
Light, shifted soft
And mellow, and yellow
Buff like leftover
Christmas candy
Melted by the holiday
Heat. A rough movie
Track carves a
Trail in the fluffiness
Of mind, never
Mind old man,
The world keeps
Turning, with our
Praise or without it.
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