year of ones
especially on
january 11th
when the date on
the top of my notes
lined up perfectly.
straight strokes,
the first symbol
in so many
languages:
one alef alpha
alphabet of new
beginnings soaked in
sleet and snow and
endless puddles,
drawn out over the
path carved
crunched slushsicles
under running shoes
moving forward with
out thinking more
than go, breathe.
sometimes i wonder
how well i spell:
how often i take the
alphabet given me
and create words of
beauty, words
shining and natural like
a tree of street-lamp
sculpted
icicles.
CVP
p.s. let's write more!
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