to the year that has passed, with all its happenstance
so long
to the battles i lost and crosswords unsolved
farewell
to the sky that does not know if it wants to snow or shine
may you find peace
to all the leaves now fallen from the sycamore tree
i wave from my window
to all the dead batteries in the back of the desk drawer
i’m sure we’ll meet again
to last year’s new year’s eve seven layer dip
still on the bottom shelve of the fridge
sorry i let you down
to the empty gum wrapper blowing around in the gutter
live long, live well
to cable news and the loons who scream on the bus
good show
to all books with dusty dust covers that i plan to read
but never do
have faith
to all the potholes on east alameda
avenue that never get fixed
stay true
and to the new year that approaches and all of its verve
i say
ok