Poetry: Echosightings Vol II, MAY DAY

The 1st
seems like only
Last night
1st of the 1st
that is
As from a balcony
I watched the city
belch  polychrome fire
and guzzle champagne like
Water
That now trickles through
groaning taps
Making a hissing
Mockery
on grass stained
Brown like
old coffee
Few might have thought
the hangover
Would have lasted
So long
And hope
Like fallen
poui flowers
blankets the hardened
Earth awaiting the next
spark