CAKE'S CONSUMED, CANDLE'S EXTINGUISHED, BALLOONS POPPED OR DEFLATED

This is the first day
of the last year
of my sixth decade.
The best weather, has it passed?

The days of the new moon aren't done.
There are kisses to come yet
and tequila worms to swallow.

And thus, I turn off the pensive lights.

-- Duane Vorhees