for Daffodil Twenty-nine tonight In the Fahrenheit I. Paradox Is it not a paradox Not to have a pair of socks To my name? All the same I Am the one to blame if by Not remembering to bring A December offering For my feet from the heat my Retreat beat in September And so I enter winter Remembering December As a socks-less paradox Wary of January Mindful what I left behind Too crazy to remember Fortunately nor to mind Though once I had so many When no pair of socks I see Then left bereft of any How the paradox is me Now but I get by somehow If paradoxically II. Unfamiliar I look unfamiliar when Face to face with myself on Facebook Looking back at how I look Unfamiliar when without this beard Then before me now again Knowing who I see is me too though Minty fresh that day John took What up on my roof downtown looks proof The familiar can look weird When it can become no longer so Can look unfamiliar then In the time it took this beard to grow But what you see though is me you know Now before you then again Needing new pictures but the strictures Of the desert having left Me alone and on my own bereft Of you to take the pictures Though in December remember me Now in the only way how We know as though it were destiny The ecstasy of somehow The best of the rest of you and me When all we have then is now III. Shooting Star Moon bifurcated neatly in half Cold stars over where the dusty dogses laugh Dancing to keep warm for all I know Rolling on the ground there putting on a show And when I think of you from afar Daffodil I see you then a shooting star On my own alone my parents dead My children now the adults instead Of how love hurts to go I know Somehow that they love me Dusty dogses down below Cold stars up above me Let love remember me Let love come December me Laughing with the Daffodil again If but from afar Come December me till then Like a shooting star +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII