Times Square, January 1st, 3am

The old year has 
dissolved into the next.
The dropped ball 
has been dismantled. 
The ghosts of life have 
left their white tracks.
The Square in breathes 
in white abandon.

At first light, after the exhale, 
the feet and faces 
will return in bewilderment 
seeking what they thought 
was impossibly lost 
in the night crush.