Depart
Your time grows short.
No longer welcome here.
Don’t expect a goodbye embrace-
Firm press of fleshy arms
An invitation to quick return.
Rather, I gift you
My dry eyes set ablaze
By a single spark,
My jaw a carefully
Chiseled concrete replica,
The echo of firm footsteps
In determined retreat
In honor of your
Departure.
Goodbye twenty-nineteen.
Arrive.
My Chin tilts expectantly
Towards your fiery glow
On the horizon. This Year
Bring me less.
I pry apart my
Clenched Fingers,
Unfurl the knot of
My Shoulders,
Lay my ramparts
At your feet.
In honor of your
Arrival.
Welcome twenty-twenty.
