and I refuse
to acknowledge
the existential reality
of aging
even with a Curtis Mayfield song
playing on the radio
and I’m wondering
the promise of the season
rolling the year off
with a blazing start
fear of my own shadow
may startle me
but I mustn’t let it win
I must fight back
and ward off the creeping malaise
a few Roman candles
are lit
and some people rejoice
the air is still cool
times changing
blown about in the wind
beer begins to flow
and my eyes grow heavy
and no apocalypse
is promised this year
though time goes racing on
and an old weird highway
with a stream rolling astride
as we look across
at another state of mind
1-1-2004