Happy New Year! Tomorrow I have to drive eight hours, then fly six to get home, so I’m going to enjoy this last day of vacation to its fullest. I hope you’re able to do the same.
Oh, the coming out-of-nowhere moment
maybe half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.