fifth of may

you hear the woman up the street
screaming. at first you think that someone
is beating her
with a stick.
but no, she's being sprayed
with cold water
from a hose.
she might be drunk, they all
might be drunk.
it's a party of some sort.
it must be tequila.
someone yells areeba. then again,
areeba.
the music gets louder.
there's more screaming. laughing.
the party lights go on.
a string, of red blue and green.
you peek out the window.
you see dancing. sombreros on.
arms in the air.
everyone is in a bathing suit.
you can't believe that you weren't
invited.
it might be time to meet
these neighbors.