Blues music plays softly and we chillax in the gazebo
Soft drinks are our game and we sip slowly on them
playing with ice cubes over snatches of each others eyes.
Later on, we lounge out our feet over each other
and laugh at our command of rituals owned by us
at our tender age. While we can’t go all the way, we go far enough.
Dutifully we acknowledge our position and get back to the house by three.
Where we are small again, aged somewhere between ten and sixteen.