for Claibird

Martini-laced impartial laughter
Happens to most all
Who dance with friends and sisters
Toasting their cabal

Fountains have a Siren’s charm
Rules are no concern
We’re wet on the lit wet steps
Nothing to discern

Trees seem irresistible
In their silent bark
Up and down we climb and clown
Mooning in the park

Morning sun is always early
But, there is the table
Gifts Juice Honey and Bubbly
Recounting what we’re able