We're Never Casual, Please. We're Humans.

One afternoon this passing summer
I stumbled across a lawn full of party
Guests under blue skies, and mistaking
The colorful, casual attire and bright balloons
For a birthday celebration, I inquired
As to the occasion and was corrected.

"It's a wedding. The bride and groom
Are big believers in informality."
So I was informed. But I noticed,
As I left that green zone in my swim trunks,
With wading shoes and crutches for accessories,
That the strolling, departing wedding guests,

Male and female, were carefully dressed.
The young men who wore baggy shorts,
Showed tanned, bulging bicyclist calves,
And the young women in sundresses
Were cinched in at the waist, form-fitting
Only if or at the shapely busts and hips.