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Saturday, December 31, 2016

December 31

Sitting on the balcony
of this old brick building 
on a gray Hogmanay
I finger blue glass beads 
& whisper to cold clouds
bless the Lord o my soul.

I'm waiting for Mom
to come over so we can go 
to Shanghai Village 
for a cheap but hearty lunch.

My forty-eighth new year.
I'm weary from bad sleep 
but grateful for my family
and grateful for my friends.

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