Graduation Party (HA 64 Magic 9)

House Arrest

I live near college students. Come each fall
they take up residence and party some.
One year they launched a beer across the wall
between us, but they aren’t pests to me.
Of course I miss their liveliness – the pall
pandemic blocks their fetes and futures too –
as they matriculate, the omens maul –
but Saturday I heard guitar and drum,
and caught cork evidence of alcohol.

Grad Party 2020

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