brother of neighbor
and friend of friend
converge under the light
of a thousand glowing balls
and a million stars
pot and kettle
get together
and call each other
not a single name
we turn water to wine…no
rather, wine flows like water
until john makes an ass
of himself and I help
the embers burn
hot and late
while countless kernels
succumb to its fiery influence
we knew the moon,
while hidden from view,
was shrouded in the veil
of our own shadow
and like the moon
for at least one night
our problems dissolve
or at least hide from view