Wednesday, September 29, 2004

One night at Roger's and the soup's on

Splashes of color collide across the room
As arms embrace and backs are patted
The room has a big band sound
though not an instrument is playing
There's exuberance, joy and the ever
present suggestion of possibilities
Lingering like an aroma you're sure
you'll never forget but whose
name you can't recall

I'm a party
To such gatherings
Because the unknown is open and no one
is guarding the door
Once in, I'm accepted
And find so much more
Than I can express
Show, feel
And I have no doubt
I'm among friends

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