one day left to preen
one day left to align my ducks
to be orderly and pretty
for you

I wish I could
but I have as many feet as a centipede
how does one pick one’s best
to put forward

and how do you like your feathers
fluffed like they have just been sexed
or smooth
and unruffled

I will give you my all
my mind and art
my body and the spirit that
drives it

crazy to think I could guess
what you want of me
but I am yours New Year
take me

Playing in the pub today, dVerse.