Because it's late
because I'm alone
because I drank a little.
my life to tonight
would be a rich voice
a minor key, with irony
and a triangle just for fun.
small spherical lights
hang in smiles from post to post
and the crowd looks on with interest
between thoughts and drafts.
it's the kind of evening that suspends you
where today and tomorrow don't really matter
just the people you're with,
the humidity, and the smell of lilacs.