Scraped through last year

An old steel spatula run across

Precariously perched cast iron skillet

Teetering over the edge of the sink.

Run raw against the deluge

Absolve these scorched crumbs

O ye benevolent garbage disposal,

Ye belching sarlacc of the kitchen.

Stare at bathroom mirror through

The eyes of seven-thousand

Generations of successful breeding

They didn't floss so why should I.

New year a morning after long snow

Ground and sky brilliant and bright

You shield your eyes for an eternity

So you can finally see the red rose again.