January
I want to write A fresh poem A January poem It seems like a good time After all it is the beginning Of the year. And yet Old words come up Like the old shirt I always wondered Where you got it from Dug up from the closet Now given away to the house help Like the letter I found Years ago Unfinished perhaps unsent Dear... Name that wasn't mine Oh, I could list down A few more But it's getting old There is nothing new About old wounds Perhaps All stories are old ones Read, reread Told again and again I want to write a Fresh poem A January poem that begins: Daylight breaks The grass turns yellow From the glare of the sun And the birds sing a broken hymn No, not a Hallelujiah But this-- Did you truly love me? I am a woman to love How could you not? Course you did Did Past tense for The new year I want to write A fresh poem A January poem It seems like a good time After all it is the beginning Of the year. And yet