Poem: New Year’s Eve

By: Wylie Strout

eve

The evening before tomorrow
The evening after last
Sitting, desiring, wishing and hoping
That change will come alas

How I wish I could be profound
And yet all I am able to unfold
Is a mold that is merely bold

 

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Wylie is a California based writer who enjoys art, film, theater and music. She enjoys writing fiction including short stories and film screenplays. She is a practicing attorney. Other work includes the yet produced feature film “With a Child’s Heart” and the published fictional short story “Petunia, Under The Sun.”

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