there’s a party
down the street
bring your friends
all this week
all you farmers
poets, friends
stop your labors
change your clothes
house is open
starting slow
pace picks up
taking hold
all are here
and endless drink
dance the floor off
nod and wink
food is plenty
house is big
pass the gravy
take a plate
wander round
the upstairs rooms
doors are open
bright and warm
stroll the gardens
walk the path
guided tour
modern plants
open basement
down below
fingers beckon
money flows
wild dancing
on the stairs
new times have
replaced the old
some of this
some of that
living frenzy
no way back
drinks are spilling
dark and stained
floor is rubble
air is haze
carpet’s colored
curtains ripped
records scratched
tables tipped
the night is now
well underway
people sitting
people stay
moon a quiet
shadow down
light is dim
end of play
same old restless
quiet talk
cozy sofa
dark and soft
breath of air
walk outside
night birds hearing
stars unwind
many sleeping
where they danced
choose a haven
safe the night
some are snoring
some are dead
some are dreaming
some have bled
sky is pink
hue of dawn
out of darkness
sky is blue
in the waking
slow transition
of the cost
a wary few
sun is shining
early day
clean up time
has begun
do it this way
let’s try that
time is wasting
decide soon
if we wait
the house will crumble
or at least
rooms will cave
we don’t know if
storms will batter
all we know
into dust
clean the house
bit by bit
open windows
slow return
plant the garden
leaving trees
clean the kitchen
clear the air
big decision
leave the past
smaller parties
no big blast