Sleeping dogs and cold dirt:
the fallow ground in which
future plans find themselves
strewn, left for January birds.
All horizons bend west. Pray
daily to the lengthening hours
for strength in this winter
made for growing.
Tag Archives: new year
prayers stuffed in shotgun shells fly as far as the rest
give over to then
the new year announced
by random gunfire
bullets fall like dreams
unremembered
after the rot gut wears off
and optimism clings to old boots
like high water mud