Television Watch
TELEVISION WATCH
no catastrophe
it’s two thousand and thirteen
everything survived
faulty mayan chicken bones?
or just a few days delay?
i’m watching TV
and the noisy times square crowd
counting the seconds
watching the huge ball descend
58 -9- and –midnight!
the old year is gone
it’s two thousand and thirteen
so? how should i feel
with the noise and confetti
wasted by eighty-three years?
i must shrug
aware of horns and fireworks
my cats running round
then there is this sudden hush
i yawn - stretch – snap the TV
Seriously. This is just me. Y'all have a great New Year.
Love, daver
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2013
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