A New Year's Poem
December 29, 1995
already
the merry-go-round
of the new year
is turning
we ride
the wooden horses
of the days
to the unceasing
music
of the spheres
we are sustained
by stars
and angels
already
the merry-go-round
of the new year
is turning
we ride
the wooden horses
of the days
to the unceasing
music
of the spheres
we are sustained
by stars
and angels