Like dirty snow
On every sandlot
Stadium and alley
Grass has gone green
The equinox vernal
They stand stick-straight
Stay within yourself
Try hard as you can
With clever phraseology
That will knock their socks off
Sprains, pains disappear
“All those with bruised egos
Report to the training room!”
New Years Eve traditions–Chinese cuisine, with egg rolls mandatory. Also, black-eyed peas with cornbread.
The past year was one of extremes–emotional highs and lows, gains and losses. Two family members and a close friend passed away last year. Dangling conversations fade. Good times, now happy memories.
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we’ve lost…
Several relationships ended and those involved moved on. Because of these events, there were a record number of trips out-of-town.
My wish for everyone, is that we treat each other with more civility in 2017. I still believe everyone has a story to tell–if we can get past the posturing.
I shot a bullet into the air, it fell to earth I know not where.
For revelers in my neighborhood, I wish an extra heaping, helping of common sense this New Years Eve. Bullets do, indeed, come down somewhere.