Something caught my mind
- A buzz like a bee, no, a buzz like bourbon.
A thought broke free.
I wondered what the ants
On the ground would think
If they saw us way up here,
Fourteen stories high, clinking drinks,
Dressed in red hue mood lighting,
Shifting, laughing, drifting,
Among our own tribes, uniting,
Wondering about the other tribes and their princesses,
And what the ants below must think
Of the ways we shift and the ways we sync
And the ways we dance and the ways we drink.