January

January is evident with front porch steps.

Dew still covers the chrysanthemums, pre-bloom,

And still laden in a blanket of chilly specter

In contrary, entombed

Inside this box of�"conscientious objector

Rally up my arms in surrender

Poignant, there’s a dozen more

Time in a marathon

The clock strikes its first hour

Gears hackneyed, jaded