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
