Frost on December 31st

As I walked to my car on December 31st
in the darkened hours of day’s beginning,
I noticed frost beginning to gather on my windshield—

it’s creeping over the glass
like disregarded boughs of garland and wreath,
struck me as indelible

but as I examined this frost of mine—
oh, its beauty woven so masterfully!
with hot exhales, the frost, withered shortly

arousing panic in my heart’s heart,
and the delicatessens cast before me
burst out: “The Second Coming! The Second Coming!”

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