New Year’s Eve
so pleased my balled-up tissue made the waste basket
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“Next year will be different”
watching others party on TV
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“Happy New Year!”
The night-shift cashier stifles a yawn
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Rainy New Year’s
the stench of scalded feathers fills the farm kitchen
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A mouthful of what once were leaves
broken tea bag
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Listening to the rain
I pick at an old scab
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The dead cherry’s branches still manage to sway
amorous squirrels
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Mid-afternoon bottle rocket
it’s still New Year’s
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Updated to add:
Donning boots to dance on a sheet of bubble wrap
her 5th New Year
I like the first one, particularly. And not just because I have a mountain of used tissues on my night table that hasn’t made it to the trash can yet. (One of my worst colds/sinus infections in years, but I’m much better today.)
And your niece’s fireworks sound fine!
Sorry to hear you’ve got a bug, too. Mine wasn’t too severe, but I sure have gone through a lot of tissues!
I must admit it was I who encouraged the rampant bubble-wrap abuse yesterday. The kid loved it. Wish I’d had my video camera handy.
this list is a great accompaniment to the new year’s edition of your podcast. i love the last-minute addition!
Thanks! These two posts are like yin and yang, eh? I was showing my sensitive side here. :)
yawn. stench. bottle rocket. sensitive? :)
Well, for me!