You wearing that picnic tablecloth
Sun dress, with polka dot ladybugs,
You say, "Let's create and on this earth,
Let's make our mark."
Throwing down our wine glasses, 
Turning stains into art among the shards.
There is beauty in your chaos.
With sunshine eyes you see what
Our time holds, cradling the present
Between arms of the past and future.
Proud of our surreal, visceral creation
You autograph with a signature smile.