My Pictures: Sun setting in Xinxiang, Henan Province , China.
The last day of the year
was cold……another art form lost in translation.
And hardly anything as beautiful
as the sun setting in Xinxiang.
I went for coffee with my friend.
We drank and talked about the picture
of Kurt Cobain on the wall,
and how he blew his brains out.
I told her that Hemingway
went the same way.
And that he was a concrete man.
The girl next to us told me to “be quite”,
she felt I was too loud.
I answered in the negative, and told her
“This is my world as well”.
It was only a moment.
Soon we will both be asleep
and only the shadows will remain
For some reason, I thought of Guernica
and dreams falling from the sky.
So I wished my friend a
‘Happy New Year’, and suggested that she
read more Bukowski next year.
A Wandering Poet 
A beautiful sunset and reminder that even the most concrete aren’t infallible to the vagaries of this world. Wishing you a wonderful New Year ahead filled with peace, love, joy, prosperity and good health.
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Thank you for these kind words…I appreciate the fact that you read my poems….and comment. I wish you, and those you care for the happiest of new years.
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You are kindly welcome. I really enjoy your poetry and it’s my pleasure to be able to leave a comment from time to time. Thank you for the new year’s wish and to you and those in your life I hope the new year brings peace, love, joy, prosperity and good health.
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