there is no wind

handshakes
go around, who are you,
what do you do.
i'm so and so,
that's my kid over there.
the resumes
flow out
as small sandwiches
are served,
cut vegetables.
someone has made melon
balls,
which the dogs
seem to like.
into the night, the bugs
come out,
the string
of party lights is dim
under a full
moon.
there is no wind.
in time after the poetry
is read,
and the music played,
a gentle sigh
as one erupts. everyone rises
from their chair,
turning towards
the door, pleasantly
tired.