All these years later, I still find sadness, beauty, and hope in this little Bojangles of a poem. While we look back, let us go forth into the world, even if it’s where we’ve been all along.
Auld Lang Syne
I haven’t been this drunk
in a long time,
said the poet
to his dog
who had
died
years
ago.
But the story really begins when daylight licks his face.
Poems, Slightly Used, December 31, 2009
Categories: Poems, Slightly Used
Tags: An Unknown Poet, Auld Lang Syne, Bojangles, Memory, Poems, Poetry
