The gusto seekers

With their staples of beer and firecrackers, they
Recline
In lawn chairs like gods
Enshrined, catching
The ire of motorists late



For "events". Their "cold ones"
Within their grasp, sweat
In a compact cooler
Their fire water of pleasure
Balanced, enhanced with firework



Flurries; Their fire
Of imagination, of Imago
Del, sweating while disdainful
Neighbors deprecate their
Lives of sheer gusto.



Poem written by Floyd Berry