Lights in the garden
Flickering red, green, yellow and blue
Coals banked in the metal bucket
Friends covered in blankets and towels
Music from the beach, fireworks in the sky.
Bubbly (not champagne) cork
Popping off into a bush,
Showing a path for eyes to follow
To see an orange floating lantern glowing brighter than the moon.
3, 2, 1, Happy New Year, everyone!
Oh, is that the time?
Wrecking Ball. Really
This is how we choose to welcome the year?
2014, hello from Whangamata,
I’m hiding here in the hope you don’t catch up to me
For a while.