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Naked Apprehension

I stand and stare at the naked branches,
stripped now of all regalia of the season,
standing naked and sadly alone in my gaze
like the gray day beyond every window.
All the celebrations have been swept to yesterday
like prom decor, bridal rose petals and
       melted birthday candles.
The quiet haunts every New Year's day -
no more parties to smother apprehensions,
just sober reality, but, unlike crepe paper
embellishments, aisle runners or cake crumbs,
the tree trimmings will await an encore in
eleven months once more - one more time
        one more time ...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 1/1/2018 5:06:00 PM
tomorrow is promised to no one, but hopes and wishes are, even if... it's one more time
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