
the goat is in repair.
It is cold.
tomorrow I'll stock some firewood for her.
In hopes that it will kindle something more
than a nights' revelry.
Bring us the new year
on a plate for our inspection.
A trip is in the air.
It smells of hoof and horn.
Info at the bottom, poorly formatted.
Why for today: "....in a world of commodity and suffering let us say yes and no to them both!"
Why for tomorrow: " .. a space filled is not a space at all"