in our party dresses, boots that
are made for walking, our
gleaming jackets, even when
our hats are on and we’re heading
out the door, to the destination
where there is less ice on the
sidewalk or we like their
margaritas or bean dip. tonight
the ice looks slippery in that direction
in the New Year, ripe with the
possibility of falling on our heads,
or slipping and sliding to a new
future, with our new boots
and fancy jackets, we take
the first steps with trepidation.
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