379
with each passing day
forever no longer seems
so far off

378
numbered. . .
every grain of sand
and all my exhales

377
new shoes
the kind you could find
in a coffin

376
sun and moon
for us too
no beginning, no end

375
that knowing silence
between the winter fly
and me

374
yes, we die
but the fragrance
doesn't

373
New Year's Day
oh, to be carried again. . .
by casket

Happy New Year (2012) to one and all!

Best wishes,

Robert