The voice rises across the cold falling gently along her brow, lolling cool atop the heart-thump bomp-de-bomp-de-bomb of a thumb-thudding bass
Splintered post cold against her naked thigh, flanneled feet warm against the breathing concrete.
For the fireworks, for the glittering, shimmering firefly works, that hang suspended in the deepening dark to mark the cloudless, blackened, frozen End of such a Year.
She knows He smiles
Though she cannot see Separated as they are By night only night so much Night Still He smiles. Its warmth, his warmth, drifting frozen over time, wraps itself warm across her cheek. And for a moment she thinks Go Go
It is enough enough Enough to call Thank You (oh, Beautiful One) to smile Happy (oh, Beloved One) to mean It to mean So much more; to be glad Together across the night That the year, this year, this wonderfulhorribleinterminable Year Is Done.
Thank you Thank You Thank You
Done Done Done.