Thursday, January 2, 2020
Who else almost writes 2019?
Is it too early?
We can still mess up and get away with it?
I think I have a crush on the weather lady.
How would I know it’s real?
I have a hard time at the grocery store.
But I must go.
I’m editing a book.
Started back on Christmas Day — 2019.
I was due on Christmas Day — 1986.
I ran through the new year.
Running into New Year’s Day.
There I went, and he goes.
It was dark and cold, but I was running to gold.
Like a jungle and the path unfolds.
My safety lights shine, flash, and glow.
Freedom runner and to the tunes I blow.
Singing and breathing.
Wild child of the Newbirth repeating.
Words everlasting to practice a spoken thing.
One to echo the beautiful wording who creates endings.