Let the Real Party Begin


morning joins the party late
as the deejay calls last dance
stars kick off their heels
dancing barefoot and drunk
some point fingers at the
new girl in her bright dress
saying we have better smiles
and wear couture
but morning doesn’t listen
to their petty slights
she glides into the room
twirling as the music fades
happy in her bright dress
carefree center of attention
unaware that her shy smile
lights the room