Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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Saturday, December 31, 2011

I remember the year
David and I bar hopped
on New Years Eve
in Minneapolis.

Talking and laughing 
in brimming bars
with people we 
didn't know,
we drank beer from
as many countries
as we could
and absorbed the hot
Minneapolis music sound.

We ended up at an Irish Pup
just before midnight.
Women left their purses 
and everyone their coats inside
(No one steals anything in Minnesota.)
as we stepped outside 
with glasses of champagne
to toast the New Year
with fireworks.
Snow delicately falling.

I kissed David
feeling warm inside,
and cool, with a dusting of white on my hair, 
safe and cozy, our arms around each other.
We watched chrysanthemum fireworks
fall from the sky
in the crowd of cheery people
sipping our champagne
and kissing.

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