Saturday, January 1, 2022

the nice end of a new year poem by K. Addonizio while I think about writing a better post

 

(...) I don’t care

where those girls are now.
Whatever they’ve made of it

they can have. Today I want
to resolve nothing.

I only want to walk
a little longer in the cold

blessing of the rain,
and lift my face to it.

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