New Years Eve
A bossa , a bossa , a bossa nova rhythm;
pulsates with verve under the vesper and mars is nearby
So cool a refrain that lingers across the garden
retaining wall;
Latticed and clasped emerald lush leaves. The strong scents, gentle breath
on a bare nape
All corks pop and slender flutes chink with bubbly effervescence
Creamy amber froth on taste buds, eyes glazed ready to
greet the New Year
A long soft kiss and embrace, then dance and swirl
on the paquetry floor
A bossa, a bossa , a bossa nova rhythm will go
well into the night
Arcadian