tea party on the beach

imagine us, your best friends,
scattered along the coast

dressed is soft yellows, baby blues
and ballet-slipper pink dresses

hands clasping antique cups
overflowing with sweet tea

milk pitchers shaped like cows
and fancy silver spoons

tucked into the white crystals
of an over sized sugar bowl

scattered, like we are, across a table
as if it too were an ocean

fishing for boys in loose bow ties
and snacking on petit fours

with curly haired irish lads
and dames in elegant dresses