in the frost – 3

The decorations taken down last night 
Before they watched another new year in; 
A year that had some sorrow, but no fight, 
No anger lingering in muddled din — 

The years like mile markers rolling by 
While fire blazes in the fireplace; 
A laughing whim, another show to try 
As space drifts into time drifts into space — 

These are their moments; calculus, it seems — 
A thousand nothings somehow adding up 
To walls and pictures, catalogues and dreams, 
All wine and water, mixed within the cup — 

 The thought though — everywhere, though we pretend — 
 That each new moment’s closer to the end

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