Lately I've been reading Maggie Smith poems. Her 'Good Bones' , first published by Waxwing, went viral in 2016 and 2017.
I like its hyperbole and its downbeat insistence on hope.
That downbeat yet ultimately hopeful feel comes over in her 'New Year Sestina' too - so appropriate for this night and the next morning when we feverishly vow to enjoy ourselves and be better people next year. Next year. The things we do over and over. Patterns of repetition. Happy New Year.