the new
the new again
within the frame
turns around the bend
it begs for change
and rearrange
and questions how and when
another part
another start
tempts another try
another view
another clue
another where and why
the new is nice
as sweet as spice
until another day
it fades with night
and in the quiet
quickly floats away
Joy Weare,
3rd January, 2012.
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