Out
the last
closer
watch
the end
of year
cross
the bridge
to midpoint
mist
step straight
free fall
in desire
drain down
the ocean
to the dregs
and spit it
back up
on the shore
seconds
wash
away
into
a new year
off
already
sinking
the rubble
paradise
quick breath
before the moon
shows
mindful
of blind night
bare
winter trees
fog
here
pigeons
seagulls
ravens
birds
swoop
fall on harbor
holy quiet under
the ferry passes
beneath the bridge
past shore stones
wind stripped
winter branches
into
the new year
dawn

- Poem by John Greiner