Is root beer float day
Anticipation
Effervesces through the
Antiseptic hours
Daylight slowly
Sips
The foamy shadows from
Vanilla walls
The bubbling conversation from the
Room next door
Turns to
Amphigory
In our twenty bed
Lotusland
We have not forgotten the taste of
Hope
It coddles the minutiae
A warm hand
A friendly
Voice
The hairdresser comes on Friday
