12/31/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
This year
Passed like a stone:
Big and bland,
Painful to push through.
When I examine
The excrement
I am astonished
To find such a dainty oval
With dusk in its colors.
I expected a dull sheen,
A rough, well angled, ravish-less
Rock
But now I see
So many shades
Of forgiveness.
Your eyes are in the polish
Somewhat withered, but cat-joyous
In the new-found sun.
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