Ya you surface and disappear like a walrus.
Your beer goes to my gut.
You just assume you're always welcome here.
Just before midnight someone started
banging on a garbage can with a hammer.
Then as the year changed the can crashed
To the ground from a height. Then the silence
returned. Now you can hear them rolling the can
back to where it belongs by the garage.
"Fortunes have altered, Mike."
Graves, inhabitants *
20 hours ago