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It's only January

It's only January

It's only January

You hear yourself whisper

as if the more times you say it, 

the more dirt you will dig out of this old river bed,

the closer you will get to the words' meaning

at the bottom. 

Every year
the same thing

Same
surprise at drowning

Forgetting that the spring floods
will clear your vision
will wash the silt away

It's only January and this
face in the mirror
is not
it not
forever.