Year's End
By Ted Kooser
Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little glittering, splash
like a bicycle pushed by the breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.
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