Happy last night
Plenty of popping,
all through the distance
but no real fireworks.
In substance, in sum,
that was the year
that was. Little glory,
and nothing hurts.
Good morning, now!
Whoever you are and
wherever you be, or
go, or may. Have
a happy new year,
and may nothing
blow up in your hand
today.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, January 01, 2024
Last night, last year
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