December falls in final days of flakes and failings.
Women frolic on stage while men edge up*
in their seats, gawking at what occurs below:
a world of Decembers with days that fall like night
and stars that shine, judging.
Beauty is eternal and yet is hidden here,
where flakes fall mercifully in a blinding dust.
We can hide in this, in December–
count our final days like clouds that weep,
or we can join together and look upwards
at the air of the living and wonder why us,
why now, in our December? Will there be more?
December 10, 2013
(*alludes to the 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show)