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New Year 1949
When I was ten years old,
I dashed outside New Year’s morning,
Filled with wonder that we had a NEW time.
I shouted up to the sky,
“This time is new!
It’s called 1949!”
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Wishbone Wish
First time in years
I’ve rescued the turkey “wishbone.”
One of best things from meal is,
Broth from turkey carcass bones.
There it was—Wishbone,
Inviting me to wish.
Beginner Eyes
How do you see variety in “the usual?” That’s a question for me these days.
Usual tasks, usual routes, usual timing, can take on “usual” color, without attention.