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the crowd around us starts to chant
the final countdown to midnight
ticking away.
Look—I scream over the noise.
You don’t have to decide now
you can take as much time—
Hold that thought,
Lyric says, pressing her fingers
to my lips.
I go quiet
as Lyric removes her fingers
smilesand leans in toward me.
Happy New Year, Juniper,
she whispers, kissing me soft
and long
as “Auld Lang Syne”
starts to play
the sweet melody of the song
ringing all through the air.
And I am ringing too
my whole body
a vibrating shell of
song and snow
hope and desire
and maybe
this is what love is?
A ringing.
Circles and circles of growth
a choice to stand sturdy
and tall with someone
