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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