Sestina Day 8: Birthday Special

And, in her head, prepares a research paper
And marvels at the beauty of the moon
Offers to buy a round and drains her Jack
And Coke; this time she wants a Halcyon.
Extolls the virtues of her folding bike
And phones the hairdresser’s to get her fringe

Cut in the morning. Those out on the fringe
Who only see chaotic mounds of paper
And half formed thoughts of Shakespeare, haircuts, bike,
Might scorn her childlike joy when the full moon
shines down and makes her calm and halcyon
For those who call her hyper don’t know jack.

Her folding bike, her cute and youthful fringe
Won’t tell you jack. Ignore what’s down on paper:
She’s like the moon. Astounding, halcyon.