Tuesday, December 27, 2011


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January waits like a new suit
Hung in the future of our closet
Its design seeded in our past
At a place that was too small
When we belonged to the moment
A moment that captured us and asked
What we loved and wanted to feel
Pictures and feelings floated
Inside our private spaces
They answered January’s taunt
Life is short and each of us
Is so limited in our ability
To translate the love we feel
That now we greet January
In every new year