Starting Again
an old woman on parade
wants a glass of ginger ale
everyone turns to see why the drums
changed their rhythm
we start again & start anew
she sings above scarred birds
whistles for luck
finds a wind harp & a stone
to start with no one's home
one's home
follows like a tree
& a mardi gras beat puts us to sleep
[This is from 2 Januarys ago, for what it's worth.]