new years day…

Most people celebrated 
New Years on January 1,
like you’re supposed to.
But he wasn’t most people.
He found time reborn
each first of September.
He loved a girl once who 
asked him why? and he said
that’s the day my bones burn, 
here, feel. But she couldn’t feel
anything and eventually
left him for a personal
relationship with Jesus.
That was quite a bitter pill.
He was also visited by
his long-dead father each
September 1st, but he played
that one close to the vest.
Instead of black-eyed peas,
champagne and parades,
his custom was to toast his
world’s new flame with 
iced tea and gazpacho, and a
viewing of Fiddler on the Roof.
These traditions seemed to honor
yet ease the aging fire within.

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1 Comment

  1. Seth on September 2, 2011 at 10:50 am

    True Arkansans have a true love for Sept 1. It’s the day the hellfire leaves us.

    This was a nice piece John. Very nice.

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