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| Image/ Nicky Manosalva |
On New Year’s Eve
the unexpected sun lubricates
the solidified landscape, accompanied
by dripping, dripping.
A green brush exhales
two sudden surges of whiteness:
one of the Ten Thousand Forms
Last chance to be more.
The first column merges
with the second,
heaping into itself like faint dough.
A few gusts of chilled wind
scatter the flecks of mating energy.
They rally, weakened,
growing few, tracking the sun’s gift
along the wooden walkway, forming
squabbling groups, pairs,
all hoping in that frenzied fly way
that no bird sees them. How envious
I am of their New Year’s Eve, of them living poetry rather than writing it.
Previously published on MasticadoresUSA
© Matthew James Friday
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| Matthew James Friday |
Matthew James Friday is a British-born writer and teacher. He has had many poems published in US and international journals. His first chapbook, ‘The Residents,’ was published by Finishing Line Press in the summer of 2024. His second chapbook, ‘The Be-All and the End-All,’ was published by Bottlecap Press in autumn 2024. He has published numerous micro-chapbooks with the Origami Poems Project. Matthew is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet. Visit his website at http://matthewfriday.weebly.
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