New Year’s Day

It is the dark time.

For though the sky is so white

that skiers buy $200 designer sunglasses,

and the schoolgirl down the street

smiles in her fort,

you can only barely remember the Sun

by staring into florescent lights.

 

The blaring silence

causes empty trees to bend towards the house

wishing they could enjoy your company.

This dazzling nightfall

covers you with glittering sequins

as you watch Burlesque dancers through your mask

wishing you didn’t know that the white dark beats with an intensity

that urges you reluctantly forward.

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