The new year fell on us

The data are running wild chasing each

other in the living room,

the words of the manuscript are looking for a closure

among the glassware,

and another year passed.

Attending the details left from the year of the focus,

the new year fell on us with clarity and love.

End of the year is orange 🍊

It rolls and lands solid

On the table full of papers.

The winter orange ball marks its territory

And this restless time of the year.

Its smell is sweet and pushy,

Its taste acid and complex,

Its arrival a wake up call

after a year of lazyness.