It is a new year by the calendar I and many others use
An arbitrary measure, to be sure
Adhered to by fiat as it corresponds in no meaningful way with
Heavenly motion
Many are rising from chemical torpor
Or have yet to rise from it
And they are doing or will do so
To quieter celebrations
And protestations of things resolves
As if the world is different today
From yesterday
Perhaps it is
But if it is
It is no more different than yesterday was
Than the day before
The weather is not much changed
The problems that were in place
Are still in place
Wishing them away will not make it so
Else they would have been gone long ago
And so would I
Resolutions as given
As night becomes morning in some arbitrary measure
Are words
And as one writer writes
Words are wind
They are broken often
Beans or not
And usually to less laughter
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