A Quiet Night
Over champagne
we wagered holiday kisses
on the new moon's position
in New Year's eve's
star-lit sky
a bet neither cared who won
and both were willing to lose.
We refilled emptied flutes
caught falling stars
wondered how a year
could fly
and a new one
take stage
sans fanfare
as heaven's floor show
took a bow to dawn.
© 1999 Tom Harmon
