And so ...

 

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.