Year-end

The year-end is not inside nor there in space
But just hanging on time, as we hop and skip
Holding our hems from paint sticking to them.
The year-end is a doorway that will disappear
in the dusty lane and in the dust we can’t recall
What ghosts we were in the room left behind

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