5-1 Happy Hour

it's too early in the season,
to be happy,
yet here we are,
outside in the settling sun,
being.

happy.
I will miss,
the summer here,
when the boys,
come out in a parade,
of fur, muscles, arms,
brawn, and sweat,
during the late hour,
being.

happy,
but this feels good,
today the three of us,
drinking faster,
than we can order,
gin, and ginger, and whiskey,
and salt, more gin, and ginger,
and grapefruit, then tequila,
salt,
being,

happy,
this is my portland summer,
for three hours,
and we smash it into,
ourselves,
appetizers walk by,
and we,
order,

happy.