What a happy new year!

Counting down the year

whipering kisses in fear

it might not be our year after all

but it’s never been our year

we are 30 and 32 and 43 and a 1/2

they are crafting caskets on our behalf

while Betty White still lives on

my reticence has passed

with the passing year

laid out on the front porch

apparently it took a tumble

apparently I had a terrible fall

it’s a bright new beginning

it’s a humdrum reckoning

counting down the year

whispering kisses in fear.