New Year’s Day, 2017

The kitchen clock disguises itself
as a water faucet leaking into
this morning’s celebratory
oatmeal pot

Sun shines through four
windowsill cat ears
attuned to squirrels frolicking
in last year’s dead leaves

Cedar pollen swirls from
hill country junipers
covering the little trees in my lungs
with sharp yellow snowflakes

If I could catch a full breath
would the beauty of this struggle
grow or just
fulfill another expectation

© W. Joe Hoppe

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