Year
Night rolls
Like waves carrying
A secret gift;
The box is closed
And cannot be opened.
Ashes flurry
Like clouds of laughter;
My laziness
Cannot be stirred
By a smile.
I walk with ghosts
That travel along the frontiers
Of midnight streets;
Death is a memory
To those who won’t let go.
I offer her
Something to keep,
A present she will never open;
A dog howls
In the corner of night.
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