Four
glasses
sit empty
on flowers
of blue cloth
Two for wine
Two pilsners
garnished
with lime
slices
Cracked
crumbling
gold & brown
corn`chips linger
in tall white bowls
Here & there the
tell`tale sign of
green & red
guacamole
What
parties
we miss
when else`
where lead
the choices
we make
to be our
selves
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