Poem: My Hope For Everyone's New Year

New Year, New Poem

Little pieces of points of view
circling themselves like it’s all
they can do. Best to be kept
to themselves. Best to be put
up on shelves, in jars with
tight lids. Rusted on. Then
covered by books. L:eft to
be ignored for days and then
months, and hopefully years.
Cleaned out and laughed at
and hopefully forgotten.
My hope for everyone’s
new year.