so many empty plates

dishes piled high

corks found in corners

furniture askew

memory too

what did I do?


beside stained counters

trash overflows its cans

and there’s pure audacity in that recycle bin

what will the neighbors think?


candles broke their dams

poured beyond imagined boundaries

fell asleep together

in self-chosen shapes


the flowers are relaxing too

hoping to get lucky
their bravest petals off

exploring table tops


while tired balloons hover

dirigible now

they drift in settled, happy air

and find content in stillness


it was easy

to love the party

it’s easier still
to love the morning after

Daniel quiet balloons