12/31/23
End of  Year Waltz

One two three, One two three—
won’t you come dance with me?
Out of the old year and into the new,
I’d like to spend the time waltzing with you.
When the clock chimes, we’ll be on the floor,
welcoming in two zero two four.

A friend has pointed out that today’s date, seen without slashes, is 123123—the realization of which gave birth to this poem.