photostanding in this new year’s yard tonight
snow to here no jacket or hat or gloves
kids inside with their childhood laughter
it’s zero degrees & I’m happy
that the cold makes my chest ache
freezes my beard with every exhale
while the moon in its circuital intent
evolves & grows as it slinks westward
on the horizon a low-slung crescent flame
just above the treeline amidst starry applause
telling me heads up there’s plenty more
to come in this life son 
I am alive
in this moment in every moment
I remind myself that like a second chance
any resolution I make will only be
good when I do something with it

I turn to head back inside
pressing new steps into the snow
different than the ones that brought me here

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