Having reckoned with the second month,
spelunking through the caves of February winter,
Twenty-Sixteen soon will be the sprinter March requires
to run the course toward Spring to bring the opening
to everything beyond – particularly through
to Summer of which all years seem to be most fond.
Desires will be met and left in Fall – then swallowed
by a cold return to the illusion we have had it all –
heralding the heaven of the unforeseen –dismembering December into Twenty-Seventeen.