You certainly started something, Ambreen! I actually wanted to write a positive poem about the theme, but the remembrance of quite some early New Years day mornings produced something quite different.

hangover

dirty light

percolating through curtains

signals: too late for the new year;

with the truth of a headache

and thumping thirst

for sizzling hot coffee

a thought dizzies like an unsolved formula:

please,don’t let it be a memory

of the future again.

Inspired by the one line prompt of Ambreen Shabbir, of course thanking Kathy Jacobs and Harper Thorpe of the Chalkboard team.