signs and portents of the new year, 2019 written on the last day of 2018

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a dead man
appears to me in a dream
shuffling from side to side
grinning sheepishly
he apologizes
for dying
and leaving things
undone

a blue bag of dog shit tied
to the leash
swings in and out
of a cone of light
like a censer
during mass

beads of sap
from the latest tree trimming
glisten like globes of glass
on the sidewalk

a broken mirror
shaped like a child’s drawing
of a house
turned such that i
cannot see my reflection
only the silver sheen
of light

two owls in the night
one invisible, screeching
a second, caught in the beam
of my flashlight
frozen like a ghost projected
against the night sky
silent

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12 thoughts on “signs and portents of the new year, 2019 written on the last day of 2018”

  1. Interesting poem! Love your blog.

    Hold fast, reach in;
    Draw near, reach up;
    Consider, reach out.

    Hope you have a blessed 2019! šŸ˜Šā¤ļøšŸ˜Šā¤ļøšŸ˜Šā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø

  2. Happy New Year, C.P.! There’s definitely living left to do — or, in some cases, to start doing! I wish you all the best in the coming year and always, my friend! šŸŽ‰šŸ’–

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