02-04-18

Roll to the spot

Park in the lot

The rear entrance is where

One finds narrow, metal stairs.

A bar above the pizzeria

You'd have to believe in it to see it.

Who's behind the orange door?

Every night's a unique story.

The gods and goddesses slink out to play

They know it's Baby Sativa's Special Day.

Face veiled,

Setting scale:

She's toe to head in black,

Moon symbols 'round her neck.

Friends surround,

& blow abounds.

When we once again go separate ways

Our hearts will recall this day.

Stronger connections, as through the years

We're still friends and sharing beers.