Everyone together having fun and connecting.
A regular occurence at the end of the week.
A mass ensemble of great colors and sounds.
The vibrations move through you feeling it rumble to your core.
Everyone so close you can feel each others warmth.
Friends meeting friends and making more.
The smell of comradery like you’ve just won a war.
Celebrating that you’re living an intoxicating life.
Violet
I am abrasive or so you say.
Others are basking in the sun yet I look to the impending storm.
I coware when I am scared but I am just a little violet.
I can't stand against the wind like all the other flowers.
It seems like I never took root like the gladiolus.
I am not like you and that is okay, but with you my blue iris