Dancing Into the New Year

The old year stumbled and fell. His knees went weak, like a belt

too loose. They couldn't stand up anymore. All the seams started to rattle.

Threads flew out like tassels, leaving behind a bare bottom and a lot of

fun. But wisdom whispered, but reason coaxed. Disappear with the old,

the drums of the new coming up pounding. Wipe it clean, sweep it right.

Let the fresh broom dance to the light. Shadows fade into the twilight.

Let this old trouble disappear. Let us scrub ourselves clean of the dirt.

On the broom, a handle of fresh juniper. Bristles like a horse's mane,