Another circle ‘round the sun—
fractured dawns
ride the ridgeline
to blind my eyes.
I am not the center of the cosmos,
just a passenger
on the planet
for a moment.
Green shadows reach into the Buckeyes
to bluing skies beyond
these dance hall girls
warming-up—
half-dressed sycamores
flashing flesh,
spilling leaves
awaiting sunshine.
Another circle ‘round the sun
between miracles of rain:
instant grass, instant future—
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Here’s to you and the wide open spaces of next year!!

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and to you also
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Cool shot J!
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