In 2018 I plan to:
Wear shoes that don’t cramp my toes.
Eat food that’s not going to make me expand.
Live where the weather seldom reddens my nose.
Visit someplace out of my native land.
Write poetry that will set people back on their butt.
Ride my bicycle on some awesome trails.
Tell stories that come straight from the gut.
Tally up more wins on the board than fails.
Get exercise, drink more water, get enough sleep.
Go out where the ocean meets the redwood and pine.
Not make great plans and promises I can’t keep.
Be ready to roll some of these over to two-oh-one-nine.
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