Say farewell to this stale old year
sweet though she was at one time
marvelous crunchy miracles mixed
like crackerjacks
with hard kernels of disappointment
bad for the teeth
I won’t forget you, 2008
(well, in all truth, I probably will)
I lived you
I lived you as well as I could
now you’re nothing but crumbs in my lap
and already I’m looking ahead
licking sticky fingers
mouth watering for a new box
of tomorrows
— lscollison december 31, 2008