are perfect for full moon parties
the lights of Adams-Morgan
and Dupont Circle
span out like pinnules
on a sea star
the brave and the bold
travel to DC
and turn into
paper pushers
up on the roof
we drink too much
cluster too close to the edges
where your sins
are my sins
and their sins
are our sins
we swap
olive branches
and mistletoe kisses
hoping the snooze alarm
will give us five more minutes
of this vivid undersea dream
so, we don’t lose our jobs
in the morning.