Happy 2020

You can hear the music in town begin 

to build. 

You know the fireworks are coming.

I saw three new friends at the market…

portend of the new year.

What will be real, soon, that is fiction today?

Time changes here, but not the seasons;

not if you’ve lived in Minnesota.

The air is fresh and calm and clear. 

The moon a beautiful croissant.

If I could see the future, and you wanted 

to know about the coming year, I would say:

“For some, you’ll enjoy it more as a surprise...

for others, you don’t even want to know.”