TAKING NEW LEAF
Here I go again. Shading the
lamplight double, making
light things dark. The neon
sign blanches an awkward
orange-red; some faded, old
presidential hotel: The Garfield
or the Pierce. Neither matters
now for me, just a trickle left.
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There's less meaning in a moment
than everyone lets on : cow-bells
and sleigh-bells both ringing, and
they both sound alike to me, and
I know that must be wrong. I am
going out, and the heavily carpeted
stairs are leading me out.
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The rain left traces from a yesterday's
night : wet circles, puddles, all water
that used to be. I am taking a new
leaf from an optimistic moment,
and head out with mine held high.
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