stars in eyes
two brothers
nay, friends
hugging
accordion bellowing
the preacher waltzing
the friends hurraying
celebratory
partying
in old westward ho
old-fashioned merrymaking
without all the noise
of the media
a tiny huddle
of villagers in dim light
do stars guarantee a brighter camaraderie?
and you tap tap on my leaves
high tide descends shipshape as
wholesome as can be brought forth
from the gale force fete relief
oh the hamstring you do hug
taut grasp relieves danger from
belt strap as it leaves beach plank
so the treetop perch easing
soothing dry tides of the wind
cool-charm in a household sigh
bluebirds in their enchant chirp
with their hip-hip-hurraying