Dog Bites and Bee Stings

“What are we?”

“I don’t see it.”

A loose translation of a conversation,

Heard in a park after it was dark.

Crowds swelled in the nearby green space,

I liked it dark, they couldn’t see my face.

Some dude laying it on as best he could,

In the morning he’ll ask himself why he would.

Traditions of this day cross borderlines,

Here’s to the happy couples and their happy times.