Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue One

Amanda McQuade

Happy Hour 3

hums                      as blowing willows
arms             bounce as beach balls
flashing children                 wide smiles,
legs swatting             helium-filled
orbs                 of purple and white
where Daft Punk            thumps out
electro-               spines glittering
               like tensioned rods;
thighs rub                               together —
lightening bugs          revving
                           florescent torsos
bent forward                 and heaving
moving as an unnoticed            playground
full of                   glass and dice.