The New Year

January 4, 2017 — Leave a comment

I moved from 16 to 17 like a bewildered teen

When the ball slipped down the pole

In a sleek dazzling dance, and I had to get out

of the party

as dates flipped

Because the eyes and wine glasses

turned to me and the new year

2017, started the way the old one ended

In fear and confusion and a need to escape

But nowhere to go

The New year had only begun.

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