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.
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