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New Year’s Eve Day
At dawn I watch the sun rise
The sea has a lid
The sun making the ocean,
The bluffs
A cozy room
A fiery glare emerges to the north
The suns reflection
On a far off window
Open ocean swimmers
Glide by
Pelicans hover low
Heading up the coast
It is quiet
The water glassy
I wish I had that paddle board
To join in this party
But for now
I man my widows watch
And as the sun comes up
So do the waves
Gently readying for the day
The roof is gone now
The lid raised
The end of a truly questionable year
Has begun.