just dream of the lofty pines

Sweet summer long weekend brings good things all around. Scavenged wooden chairs with wicker seats unravelling, not the comfiest but so nice to look at, and okay so twelve earwigs rode in on the legs but now they are squished (I am sorry bugs but you aren't meant for this inside world).


Lazy evening heat still lingering, sitting on the mexican blanket in the big park in the dark. Those bottles are pop not twist and the kindness of strangers opens them up and we empty them while sharing rude slang and learning some new words and giving advice about this city that we are lucky to live in. Peek at the fireworks which peek out from behind trees way down at the water. Seeing only the ones that shoot up high but still gasping quietly my oohs and ahhs and remembering all kinds of things.

Keys locked inside and busting through the screen window. A confused cat, frame bent out of shape and hammered back straight, clothes hanging on my bicycle, the heat and laughter and understanding everything.

In the morning, the heat, the creaking, the sweating, laughing. Couple of weirdo gomers slow dancing to Suzanne in the doorway. Leave me smiling all day, you do.