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December 31, 2021


standing at the cusp of this new year

one step shy of the fresh and the new

hopefully anticipating this countdown

to midnights bold inaugural strokes

will sweep aside the dust of the old

forgetful for the moment that it is I

I who carry the shadows of my past

who will cross that unworn threshold

bring into the new year all that I was

to be formed into what I will become


New Year

A poem by Peter Rhebergen
Copyright 2022
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