A POEM FOR THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

To Tara

Green light bathes

the backyard

where you shall

no longer run,

no longer bark;

green light, celebration

of a Christmas

you didn't live to see,

a faint Christmas,

quickly past,

and now of an

ephemeral New Year;

and you, ashes

in a white yar

reflecting green.

01.01.2023

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