Lines Empty

Hide and seek with the horizon gazing off until June. Peeking around the corner of the New Year looking for the rudiments of life. Wrapped in a brown grocery bag cut to conform and unforgiving for exposed advertisements. Tinsel left in the bottom of a extra rooms closet bows smashed under the weight of debris.
January brings more cold from the previous years start of winter. The tree stands in the living area boxes awaiting its storage, The end of year celebration has now given way to the Blank Year, lines empty. New carpet smell gone by March replaced by the new inhabitants of the carpet.