Jan
4th
Mon
4th
And to the New Year
Turning!
Over the river and into the turning
Night
Turning from lamp lighted streets cool turning
Wind mist blows
Turn!
Over to wiped fresh page
Cleanly clean of all and
Stop sign echoing desire across the wide dry
street and screaming
nothing now more than stop dead or push
on on onward and away on from all and any hope to turn
the dim lighted grey of old roads
flick orange lights of past
and turning
dreams which then turn off and away
into their
nightÂ
