we plan a party.
a holiday get together with
a few
close friends.
drinks and food.
music of course.
if it's warm we'll take it
out back
under the strings of Edison
lights
on the long white porch.
we'll put a tree up.
someone will spike the eggnog.
we'll toast the coming new year.
all the good,
all the blessings.
each other.
we'll look forward to the days
ahead,
the nights, too.
we'll leave the past alone,
now is where
we live, what we choose.
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