The second morning of the year
is crisp and bright.
Traffic seems subdued and slow.
Pedestrians, bundled for winter, distracted.
A crushed, once festive paper hat
in the gutter, a still fragrant
pine
waits to be recycled.
A quiet sense: something is unfinished.
I love this. In the "quiet sense of something unfinished" suggests remnants from last year carried into the new year, and that there's still some processing to be done in the transition. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSomething melancholy in this stone, a sense of something unfinished. The hat in the gutter - discarded but still a reminder? I like this one a lot, Duff - you've pared it to essence.
ReplyDeleteway to go,, man - making new stories... love it!
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