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 things)
And that similar vein /vain
Anticipation

They wait
And – wait –
For that, singular, moment
(where time and tide collide)
To come, once
Again

5

Goodbye, 2006, I can’t say our paths hadn’t crossed.

4

Not sure who is leaving, you or I, (but what does it matter)?

3

I will always love/hate you (and I’m sure you know that too).

2

Thank you, (despite it all), it’s been surreal.

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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, painted her picture
Brought him to his knees

Death
On the rocks
His port of call (his saviour, above)
Her fortress, foundation (her stranger, beneath)

The height, in oblivion
That could not be reached
(Even in death).

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