Thursday, September 2, 2010

Hope Tried As An Adult

Garden party, sunlit--
Praying mantis, lurking
Under walnut leaves,
Swivels its head--
Glass and silver rattle
Under voices.
A time to receive.
A time of choices.
Sea fog glides in,
Golden monkeys clinging
To its clouds
Chattering, upset.
I set down my drink.
My dear, it's time
To leave, I think.