puddles amplify holiday lights
shooting stars, ricocheting
across the parking lot
bouncing through gray turning black
I’m slogging through
a wet Christmas
Tuesday night so warm
I peel off a light jacket
three days before Christmas
I’m told the days are getting longer
Anderson texts from the desert
a celebration of the return
of the light
soon, Daytona and lent
Easter and pitchers and catchers report
madness, thunder, derby and beyond
reaching for warmth
before retreating from the heat
the year tumbles forward, lopsided
a raining new year
a Christmas to smother the soul
