New Year, poetry by Christian Ward at
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New Year

New Year

written by: Christian Ward


The streets are wet
like spring lawns,
days opening like picnic
blankets. Winter
doesn’t care much
for looking ahead
or nostalgia buried
like animal caches.

Cancer stole my resolutions
to firework into nothingness.
My breath reeks of gunpowder.
I hear drumming against my skull
while neon flashes in front of my eyes.

The past dims and dims and dims
while all that glistens is uncertainty.

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