Maybe it’s just another day. A year ends, another follows: what truly changes?

Perhaps we’re uncertain what music will trend. Certainly, more celebrities may die. Another in a long series of awful incidents will cycle through the 24-hour cycle.

Then again, we all celebrate New Years for a reason. & here I am, two days before, looking at our wedding portrait. Who is that smiling, dark-haired, clean-shaven guy? (Her I still recognize, wondering again where she keeps that secret portrait of herself.) How similar could I look to that handsome devil?

How long could I pull off the clean-shaven look? A day, week, month?

The whole year?

facial hair

gathering

in the sink

an unexpected

resolution

for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #388. Prompt for 30 December 2023