New Year
How transparent you’ve become:
even the leaves blow through
your pockets, and penitents
line up, awaiting the latest word.
Those who have, fear the most.
Each day collapses under its own
weight, rising again into the new.
Surgery brooks no illusions;
this house, too, will fail.
Owning little, I pour tea and wait.
“New Year” first appeared here on January 1, 2017.
The best! All the best!
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Thank you, Linda. Yes, all the best!
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Happy New Year!
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Thanks, Andrew.
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You’re welcome!
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Happy New Year, Robert!
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And to you, Annie.
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Mind if I join you? All my best wishes for this year, RO.
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You must! And to you, Sunshine.
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Happy New Year! And I will have a cup too…(K)
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Thanks, Kerfe, and Happy New Year. I’m having coffee at this moment, but will switch to tea later.
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Sounds like my day. Although this cold weather really pulls me to the comfort of tea.
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If you are pouring a cup of tea, I’ll have a lemon and ginger one thanks Robert, Happy New Year, and may 2018 be kind to you, Cheers, as I toast a glass of port to you !!… (Clink, clink)
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Thanks, Ivor. Pouring now.
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Good man, my ports finished.
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Cheers!
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Happy New Year!
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And to you!
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Happy new year!
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Thank you!
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Love it! Brilliant rhythm.
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Thanks very much!
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