Sunday, December 28, 2008

On the Eve of Another Year

As today vagrantly tumbles into tomorrow,
as now enigmatically dissolves into then,
the world still whirls.

A new year beckons,
human artifice.

Meadow foxtails unknowingly sway
in clever rhythmic syncopation.

As tomorrow willingly absorbs today’s trials,
as then promptly imbibes now’s dreams,
the world still twirls.

Every day is a new year.

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