Downtown, the lanterns burn like pearls in a crown,
Peggy hushes her giggle, a secret in silk,
Angelica already rewriting the rules with a smile,
Eliza spots tomorrow in every stranger’s eye.
We braid our laughter into thunder—three hearts, one drum—
skipping past redcoats who think the street is theirs;
we’re a revolution in petticoats, humming destiny loud,
scribbling our names across the night with candle-fire ink.