The New Year
The swirl of the chilled air
Pushes past my hair into my eyes
I don’t care perhaps is unwise
As I ponder the year
I wander the past
Thought it would last
The parade of the last decade
The price I paid
Those thoughts that stayed with me
I smile there for a while
Standing in line
Watching the wind as it curled a loose plastic bag
Happy New Year 2010
© Heidi Younger
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