by Michael Escoubas
you. All year
long you harbored
luxury of changing
your mind, deciding not to
live your life for money or for
status or short-term glory alone.
Wisdom says, Glory disappears into
thin air, like dew, on a July morning.
You decide to live for the simple
rewards offered by work, guided
by the desire to lay one
thin layer of goodness
on a wounded world:
healing salve for
the new year,