And so, on the final day of the year,
a few ‘American sentences’ –
broken into several lines, as
seems to suit:
Numerology –
seven, a challenging year,
moves to eight: balance.
*
So many dying
around me now –
rude, popping off
when they’re younger!
*
Tonight with my TV –
best seat in the house
for the new year fireworks.
(For ‘house’ read ‘country.’)
*
I explore zuihitsu,
decide not to get caught
in that form (yet).
*
In a garden corner,
the splash of
red poinsettia’s
big flat leaves.