A New Year Garland

Rainy Thursday eve:
       recycling bins on the curb;
not a sparkler in sight.

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       The Ox would've been
first, arriving at the gathering.
       The rat jumped a ride.

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You miss the dark hours 
      before morning, adorned in
tinfoil, rooster crow.

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      Round things hold their own. 
Measured out in soft noodles,
      how long is a life?

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Drinking together,
      remember to stop short
of the bitter dregs. 

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      Much later in life,
you understand: the moon yields
      without giving up.
      
           

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