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..
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