At midnight I played
“Auld Lang Syne” and sang along
as I played guitar.
The New Year listened
while I sang, studied my face.
When I was finished
the New Year whispered
something to me, then vanished.
Night. Songs and whispers.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I’m not going to discuss here
exactly what the New Year
whispered to me but
it will almost certainly appear
someday in a future post
because it was good
Impossible Kisses stuff
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