The peacock had no

place left to parade except

social media

Rumors abound and 

bounce around like echoes in

a cathedral 

You recall the gaffs,

blunders, and missteps but I 

just recall the fun 

The shoes drop these days

like torrential storms but I'll

cobble in the rain  

A couple appears

from the morning fog talking 

in a foreign tongue 

We bragged and boasted

and lied of experience 

to veil innocence 

Night held mysteries 

unlimited in their breadth

but now just dreams