A sushi-combo/Bento-box dinner combo, and then Frank goes out. We watch “In the Heights,” then the NYE shows. Dance to Journey performing live at Times Square. Kiss at midnight.
Frank texts, then calls, and we wish each other Happy New Year.
the sudden fireworks amidst
holding each other
in twisted sheets
Fog. The green-leafed plant outside my office window glistens in raindrops. The aroma of fresh smudging, the hum of running washers and dryers, the aftertaste of coffee: This New Year’s Day quietly passes.
Couldn’t we all use an uneventful year?
this morning mist
I breathe again