that the same sun that shines
on you, shines on me. Throat laid
bare, so a beam warms the blood
leading to my brain. Yours too.
And in the woolen, late December
march of time to some vast oblivion,
I think of the year that just went by,
and I quiver a bit, not from the cold,
but from the way it all goes by
so delightfully fast.
Happy New Year!