Summerfest

Two bulging melons
wrapped in blue denim
hang over the picnic bench

beer mugs pause to ogle and
froth up into a smile but
then slump down into puddles

of oompah blasts down
under the zigzagging feet and land
on the grass beyond the tent —

paper plates are the eyes of the
picnic table eying the wurst and
kraut and the blue bulges hop

like melons rolling from a cart
bounce over the polka beat of
cobblestones laid by the band

and melt into the swirling
fish tank of the dance floor
where the picnic explodes

into a million colorful confetti
that  keep raining down for days
and nights on empty paper plates