A Nuisance to the Night

I would cheers to all the new beginnings

and often to petty seeming occasions 

So, a toast to the first time riding the 49

Toast to matching socks again

To the stranger sleeping on the bench in the morning

Cheers to my falling apart notebook

being held together by packing tape

I wanna know what you cheers to

so I can fall asleep thinking about it

So we can run into the misted night

among swarming owls

We can demand salvation and 

young independence we never thought we had

In the end, we all smile anyway

We can laugh, catch our breath,

and remain a nuisance to the night

that we never want to end