The year winds down.... This poem is from the new collection, EMBLEM.
All my undone actions wander
naked across the calendar,
a band of skinny hunter-gatherers,
blown snow scattered here and there,
stumbling toward a future
folded in the New Year I secure
with a pushpin: January’s picture
a painting from the 17th century,
a still-life: skull and mirror,
spilled coinpurse and a flower.