Chaos & Light— At the West End Gallery
Like the folds of summer dresses
Like the scent upon my wrist
Like the way you played guitar
Like a boxer punches with his fist
And taken or just lost to me
It’s better now to say
I dwell in possibility
On New Year’s Day
—New Year’s Day, Mary Chapin Carpenter
Happy New Year. Let us all dwell in its possibility…
Redtree Times 