The lights go out
at the turning of
the year,
everything and
nothing changes
with the striking
resolution of twelve.
The rain abated
for our walk home,
stars and
fireworks perforated the sky
with showers of
colour
and the crazy assault
of percussion.
The warmth of bed
in the early hours
a welcome retreat
before
the earnest new
beginning
and love
that never ended.
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