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Snowflakes pressed in indigo,

spit-shined

for a coming new year.

I know you will read this.

I know you will not understand.

But, the sky is ready.

Snowflakes pressed in violet,

warming up

for a coming new year.

Haven't you gotten

your pound of flesh,

and then some?

                                                             yellow

                          violet                                                              blush-burst

indigo                                                                                                                      magenta

The sun

has arrived

but you don't see

the new year,

the melt,

the new day.

You're too blindly busy

thinking of

the next

crimson cut.

But,

the sky is ready,

trade your warfare

for wings,

come fly with me.

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

“What the new year brings to you will depend a great deal on what you bring to the new year.” - Vern McLellan

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