Naomi Shihab Nye, “Burning the Old Year” — “So much of any year is flammable,” San Antonio poet Nye writes in this wistful poem about the ephemeral nature of life. You might have a hard time finding anyone who’s going to miss 2018, but Nye’s poem is a lovely reflection on the things we have to leave behind, whether we want to or not. “Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,” she writes, “an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.”
Source: latimes.com – Los Angeles Times