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Switching Calendars - Jan. 14, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 14, 2023
  • 1 min read

scribbled and dog-eared to death

I leaf through it


tiny memories pinned

to exact points in time

I scroll twelve months

in 45 seconds


enough for a judgment


it was a sweet and sour year

as memorable as

it will be forgettable

instantly recycled


forcing me back to the new

and empty square of today


sitting below a bitter cold

snow-capped mountain


viewed through palm trees

drenched in sun


ready for another start

of another year

to fill in the blanks


and how about a brand new pen

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