New Year, New Me?

What is there left to dislike?
Thus uninspiration takes its toll,
bigger and better than the last time,
before shoving baby beneath the bathwater.
Winter disrobes slowly,
revealing a slightly less ghastly sight
than we had thought.
Circumstance chimes insistently.

Much dancing and feasting is required.
Tongue-tied, I’ve learned to let each word
fall where it may.
Six times a day I check my reflection
for signs of rejuvenation,
though to my immense dismay,
it’s looking as withered and destitute as ever.

Maybe if we took a vacuum to the ruins,
tidied up a bit, some long lost radiance
could be recovered.
Bold of you to assume
there was ever radiance to be lost.

-r. miller

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