31 December 2020
Tell the old year now to go, saying
do not leave like tired men, dragging, playing
hooky with the clock, late and swaying
like drunks without desire or will.
Instead insist, make time
deliberate, strain against the uphill climb,
match the pace, ignoring pantomime
of cold runners hoping for spring.
Know the shock
Moses had, watching the sea unlock
for him and all his friends, then close and block
the way for deadheads in pursuit. Go slow:
one icicle at a time, old snow melting from the edge,
bare feet retreating foreward from the ledge.
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