So, It’s New Year’s Eve

And this is how it ends.
Tragic, traffic
Fender-bender
At the junction of the street
No casualties/fatalities (thankfully)
Save time and money
And plentiful paperwork.
(The shattered, colored, glass
Much like confetti)
Crowds, crowds
Peopled streets
Tables filled and every
Seat, occupied
Sea, no, seas
Of faces and eyes
Telling emotions:
Nostalgia (regret, perhaps, or guilt?)
Festive joy (so like paper plates)
Smiles (some real, some not)
Melancholy sadness (at the end of all [...]

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First/Last Step

Bittersweet smell of
Clove cigarettes
Still
on my breath
I stopped
Sat down
At the foot
The stairs
An overhead bridge
Comtemplated, myself
And found
I was afraid
Afraid
Of losing you.

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If a picture paints a thousand words, (have I written all in vain)?

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He watches
Sadness drip
Through his fingers.

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S.S.

Siren
In her lighthouse
Prisoner and queen
Temptress, of the seafaring brave
Death of the salty weak
Sailor
On his raft
Captain and slave
Conqueror, of the waves
Captive of the sea
She looked to water
Dark, grave, canvas
Mirror of the moon
Out of shimmering, black
Who would come?
He saw her light
Candle in the night,
Sing to him
In solitude, In
Hope, fragile, drifting
The sun kissed
Her face, the sun
Him, it beat
Rain, [...]

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