I Love The Hour Just Before A Party by Todd Boss

I Love the Hour Just Before a Party.

Everybody at home getting ready.

Pulling on boots, fixing their hair, planning what to say if she’s there, picking a pluckier lipstick, rehearsing a joke with a stickpin in it, doing the last minute fumbling one does before leaving for the night like tying up the dog or turning on the yard light.

I like to think of them driving, finding their way in the dark, taking this left, that right, while I light candles, start the music softly seething.

Everything waiting.

Even the wine barely breathing.

Poem by Todd Boss

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