New Year

Awaking to a metronome of storms,
Rain ticking against the trees.
The furnace rattles and hums again.
Stiffly squirming in meditation,
Semaphores of worry and regret
Transmitted in the same old codes.
An ambulance winds up another scream,
The chilled birds unpack their familiar cries,
Everything flowing with the rain
Down the same streets in the same direction,
Washing it empty
For filling once more.
Somewhere behind the heavy clouds
Our only star explodes and burns,
Galaxies race away from each other.
I sip coffee by the back window,
Hoping for the best.

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