gooey skies and a quarter moon,
loony fun and syrupy swoon,
it’s a late late night
and it’s sundown too soon.
four pairs of feet dangling down,
tapping the sides of mossed down,
water lapping all around
on a night, late, late
when we stay awake- oh! so! awake!
whitely topped and pinkly painted,
loong strands combed into shimmering sheets,
shrugged to tug at heartstrings somewhere,
netted to grossly total whoever,
it’s a medley, wave, hats off to us.
when paper and plastic white waste
remind us of misplaced trajectories
and missed targets in the crevices,
it’s a tequila sunset alright
and the moon can only YELL-
p.s: ss,t: i owe you a certain simile 😉 and n, we all owe you the evening