Saturday, 1 January 2011

New Year's Eve, Old Place

As I sleep,
an hour per unit,
a chill evaporates my skin,

these friend's blankets are thin.

My eyes roll
the evening's memories,

fast forward rewind

impressionist strokes
of wrinkled high school photos,

strange sibling faces back-lit
by fireworks,

they didn't recognise me,
nor I them.

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