Auld Lang Syne

Adam’s heart

suddenly shuttered

but now dives and flutters

in a waiting rib cage

not his own –

a cardinal who

lost his song he

hopped up strong, he

perched on the sill

and pecked at the pane

he pecked at the pain


to be let in

to be let out

so another could fly

and trace a song across the canvas of sky,

the haunting refrain,

the embers, remains

of the song we learned so long ago –

should auld acquaintance be forgot,

no –

a dash of red darting

a heart now restarting

a crimson fleeting

a rhythmic beating

against the pale

against the blue

against the vast

against the cold

against the mute

winter sky.

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