O will remember

 

Bueno dia aqui. rising and seeing thru the bedroom window what day the day will bring. Gary at the top of the beach stairway - setting up his two chairs and small wooden side table - maybe hoping for a love replacement. the birds tweeting, Samuel Barbers Adagio for Strings, the old determined woman stomping in the sand taking in shifting beauty. the tall nude balls and chains with their broad shoulders and beautiful wind up brood-his bad tattos thickening summer skinned body and reedy fishing poles followed by their three little wind up black beauties - the three beachketeers so proud of their shiny silver clam digger contraption that gives them baby claims they use as bait - but mostly just something fun to do beneath the moving clouds and beating sun. Closest neighbor Barbie John tends to his dozens of dolls and flowers. beachers set  up camp and I music delight - blog, paint, JM, the Mc Garrigles, dead Elvis, Tom Jones, Blossom Dearie, Hoagy, Laura. My Abuela and the Bully, missives to men I haven't met just yet, wine, late day light like shining amber syrup, grilled dinner, maybe crowd looking and dancing at Cherries, ice cream, laughter, talk, book, bed.