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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