The year starts with weariness
and an empty canteen, and
a sweaty brow.
One foot at a time, it goes,
the bellows of its lungs
in time with the angina
of its watery heart.
A fly beshatted motivational
poster exhorts
the viewer to keep getting up
after being knocked down,
but what it should say
is that being hopeless
is the human condition
from 30,000 feet up
and that you've got to
keep going anyway.
We will trudge onward
and steal laughter and joy
from our stingy master
pilfering kisses and good
company
and minor achievements
like writing little poems
route marching
alongside this
shuddering disaster of a new year.
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