Baby clapped and we followed suit-
clapped for two beds, a futon, six women and a child.
Soaked in hot springs and cocktails,
lit by christmas tree fireflies,
our harmony interrupted just once by pizza smoke sirens.
Women well fed with cornbread, ramps and cheese,
sipping limoncello and speaking of love.
Five state, five cars and countless meals a day-
full before we were hungry, awake before nine.
We talked of hobos and train cars while walking,
of music and friends over feathers and lace.
Glue guns and allergies aside,
we left solid and full and light and sustained,
looking forward to June, when we can clap for love again.