New Year

Awaking to a metronome of storms -
Rain ticking against the trees,
Telegraphs of worry and regret.
An ambulance winds up another scream,
The chilled birds repeat their grief,
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 flee from each other.
I sip coffee by a cold window,
The cup warm in my hand.
That feels good. 
And maybe for now it’s enough to know
Some things still can.




revised

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