Buon anno

As the corks pop,
As the young man proposes
To the young woman he met at Rocky Horror
(He, a nervous, first-time Rocky,
She, a veteran Columbia),
I hope you’re thinking of me,
Looking up at Orion,
Slugging down a boilermaker,
Remembering walks—
Hands gloved but entwined—
Between base housing and the gate,
Bodies steaming
In the playground air:
Photographs in pure and perfect
Black and white.