The Party

They come from darkness, Eager to the lighted place. Cold hands clasp warm - Hi! in a welcoming embrace. Proffered camaraderie cuddles Kindred spirits in a cloud; Buzzing breezy banter oozes From a jesting jocund crowd. Rum raucus pleasantries tipple In tailored pin-striped suits; Convivial capering denim does A cabaret in cowboy boots. A painted celebrating clown Greets gingham in a merry mix, While a furtive feigner in a corner Shades eyes from his tantalizing tricks. Restive ribald revelers gather, Garnishing gushing smiles. Snared eager effusive faces Trap a miscellany of styles. Each one pursuing pleasure In a convulsing carnival of joys; Each one a bubbly bauble sparkling In its own peculiar noise.