The beds crawl away
Splashing the window
A fresh view
Primary flesh
Flesh primary
A meal I could cook
A toast I'd make
On what begins on new year's day
Resolution best mops eternal
Calendar queen
Mother numerical
Doesn't believe
In throwing christmas cards away
Or anything moves
Perhaps the furniture
Where the homeless snooze
In ticket shirts
For year to year eternities
They wave goodbye
To careless gestures gone away
To what begins on new year's day