Ungreased skids

Glitter-less fairies
Tromping about in muddy clogs
Bleeding clumps of dried dirt
All over new carpet
Clay and sand dislodge
Snuggle down between acrylic threads

Green room knob spasmed shut
Overcome with renovations
Curtains conceal mysterious boxes
And not a warm embrace and fuzzy boa
Perpetually present folding chairs
Curious forest podium to hide behind

Nervous smiles over car hoods
Crooked hugs just before exits
Almost hand shakes
Partial recognition
Slight recollection
Missing friends, a different kind of circle