And this is the last poem I'll read.
It's called "New Year's Day."
"A drunk that lasted for two years just got up, came to,
looked out the window, crawled back to bed.
Oh, my friend, we've become something else--
the parting of ice nights, the acme of resolve which quickens,
transforms, and then lumbers home alone.
Oh, my friend, what is left of love is love."
Thank you all so much for being [INAUDIBLE]..
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.