MoP, Day 10

it is january and
decorations are limp and faded
people emerge from food comas
and cocoons of holiday sleep

hot winds form fingers of sweat
through bodies and
bushfires crackle threateningly

the practice of writing dates is checked
and double-checked
and resolutions hold up with gusto
before deflating like a balloon
once the birthday is over that year

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