Mist rolls across me,
listening to charming spontaneity,
scattered sayings eclipse
drama, softly clinking glasses.
Chimes on the patio sing soulfully
as my jacket’s warmth escapes
when the wind skirts me raw.
Positive, passionate words
linger on endeavor’s
edge, leaving this scene
somewhat tattered for me; it’s
possibly the language difference, where
vowels extend an arc, and consonants
pleat the sun, like straw clouds on this
social gathering, forming curved
minutes in mirrors.