Give me this sparkling
gulp of street-dance
drum-guzzle thrum-beat
after the storm
This bubbling moment
from strangled to soaring
a late season
of butterfly wings
Give me this river tonic
a newborn with two dads
girl’s blond locks skipping
a Black man’s tears
steeped and brimming
like paddle-board skimming
between submerged
and a sunset
Give me this
November fizz
air-spritzes
and pictures snapped
of skies still intact
burbling
weightless
but shaking
effervescence
before another
storm
So give me this