Greetings on the porchside
of evernoon
and dangling conversations
of no intent

and evereve depart
for symposiums on shellfish with
mustards

but everafter return! What exposé
tonight, general?

my spirit, mysoul, my conversation
–dancing, dear? (a rigor, completely)
yes, sir (shell I?)
nodsquicklyfallsbriefly
onto Patience!

–Constance! Waltzing, beverage, colonel!
I hear(here). When(win) Paris?
–Liberate the dance floor, dear.

On to patience!