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Sunday, January 8, 2012

hello mr new year...

it crept up, it did-
on slidey silent feet
only a hint, here and there,
of the hours
ticking away
ticking
tocking

i missed it,
wasn't watching-
focused on the present,
forgetting
the quick passage of time,
and the tick tock
steady

suddenly-
boom!
in a blaze of fire and clamor
the old year roared its last breath

and in the gasp of silence
after
there it was,
the new.

what shall i do with it?

it stares me in the face
as if to say, "here i am,
like it or not."

such a presumptuous thing,
a new year.