Dear Walt
Indeed the last day
is also the first,
for readers and writers
who hunger and thirst
for your thoughts, words and prompts,
your constant bravado,
even those left coasters still abed,
still in dreams with Erato.
It’s a day of cleansing, promise,
more joyful than hateful,
thankful for your work,
miles beyond grateful,
certain of the Good that is coming,
of the scribblings in store,
we’ll keep dreaming and poeming,
throughout 2024.
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