Say farewell to this stale old year

sweet though she was at one time

marvelous crunchy miracles mixed

like crackerjacks

with hard kernels of disappointment

bad for the teeth

I won’t forget you, 2008

(well, in all truth, I probably will)

I lived you

I lived you as well as I could

now you’re nothing but crumbs in my lap

and already I’m looking ahead

licking sticky fingers

mouth watering for a new box

of tomorrows


— lscollison december 31, 2008