A fierce wind
howled thru 2015
uprooting untethered
words and worries
flinging them
against the end
of the year.
Now the sad scraps
and tattered bits
cling to the barrier,
dregs of 2015.
But look back there -
see the shiny spots
where the wind-whipped grit
scoured places clean,
an almost sparkle.
A.H.
oh, I like this one
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