DEAR READERS OF POEMS, I wasn’t going to write a poem today. Only a note thanking you all for being HERE wherever HERE is, for being part of this funny experiment to try to say something every day. For trying to write a poem. I am grateful for the chance, and for having you with me. I hope you all come over in 2019 to have some champagne together.
Not to resolve is what I resolve re solve sounds like a problem that might not
ever go away what i might or might not do the arbitrary way logical people define
absolutes how is midnight different from
11:59 still Another Chance the idea
that This Year This Year This Year is when we
who had a hard time with last year with a person
whose name will never be in these poems who may
be out or on his way replaced by women
young people who have good ideas about this world
and as for what else, all that I will not resolve. I’ll try instead
to hear more music, to open my arms wider, to read more
of other people’s beautiful sentences. And write a few myself.