I’d rather dance just with you
perhaps even drink alone now that there is
some moon this New Year’s Eve

Your name is Jessica Eve so that makes you
the night before Jessica
(I was once the elf
of Saturday Eve)

I consider us one since we will howl
together in the wetlands tonight

The stars shift subtly look different
with passing time though not quite aligned
to the stroke at midnight

My heart will cascade its tickertape
among the fleeting, their raised flutes intone
ripe crystals, honed glass holds the promise
of the toast to which we all spring

Love & Peace in 2016

Chagall 2015/2016

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