Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Thankfully, the past is a stationary thing; its legs shrivel up on December 31. Pick it up and shake it if you want, everything is frozen in place.


Hopefully the new year will be warm and lit with a timid approaching light, like sunrise poking its fingers through a gap in the curtains.


A new year waits as 2010 picks up her keys to lock the door. I will stand there at closing time as her light fades -- a shadow like a stain reaching to cover the days.


Snow stuck to the long fur on Lily's paws today. When the clumps were too wide and she limped, we went back home.

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