New Year's Eve
even seems
this year
like
a transition
that may matter,
like things to come
to fruition, from seed
to green shoot, to weed
to blooming flower, will be
subtly, substantially
different
this time. Is it in
the champagne, or
just in the pain
that has aged us
like wine? Into something
quite rare, we are vintage
with hints of white pepper and
pear, and we pair well with cheese,
do we not? Well, I do. You
- I'll take you with a bit of
whatever-you-like. And together
we'll ring
in the New.
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