all's quiet for New Year's Eve
No faces
Walk away with the coming of the dawn
I feet my cat Picchu in the dark
and find the bowl and she eats
Life moves on bumps and grinds
I have not left the house in a few days
Nothing changes
Dishes in the sink
Bills on the table
Packages to mail
Christmas presents to return
I drink my hazelnut cinnamon coffee
The cinnamon spikes my memory
I do not wish to go back
The rim of the wheel pushes me
Into a new Year
Cheer Cheers
Anita S. Holzberg
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