New Year

Standing on my porch,

leaning on the brick pillar 

my eye catches the array of 

color as it bursts

and fills the black sky. 

Pop pop. Wake up!

Time to rise up. 

Pop pop boom! 

The finale. 

It’s past midnight;

12:02 to be exact. 

Three booms 

three bursts of color 

That sizzle and crackle 

As they fade and fall. 

Time; Is it winding up?

Some say so. 

Others don’t know. 

Some watch 

Some doze. 

Wake up!

What’s this year mean to you?

What’s new?