but the world won’t wait. So I take down
last year’s calendar and recycle it:
put up the new, page turned to January.
Five o’clock. Seven hours left—
seven hours to go.
Does it matter that midnight, here (remember
it’s different in every section of the globe)
ends a month that happens to be December
starts a month that happens to be January?
Tax reset; New Year’s resolutions;
expectant crowds in Times Square, fireworks
over every major city—what is it
all for? Just another unmarked spot
in Earth’s orbit.
But hey—2024
is a dragon year.
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