The First Morning Of The New Year
and now everyone is back to sleep
last night's revelry was a must
firecrackers, heavy drinking,
loud music, motors honking
and at the last countdown
the clinking of wine glasses
for the toasts
a happy new year
they all promised themselves
i slept early last nigth
after a silent prayer
waking up at 4 in the morning
another silence meets me
and this silence shall be the same
for another year
strong, and ponderous
trying not to disturb anyone
curling satisfactorily upon itself
like a boa that i just fed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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