Her Two Cents
Last night I received a welcome back message from sx of the San Fran feed. (Craigslist refers to it as “City of San Francisco” which, for some reason, brings to mind the mid-70s TV show “The Streets of San Francisco” featuring Karl Malden and Michael Douglas. Now that Bored to Death is dead I’m certain there’s script potential here. But I digress…) The late-night note was much appreciated. It’s a nice feeling to know that someone, who isn’t your mother or best friend, has noted your absence and taken the time to write. Thank you. ~ When I went searching this morning for a little sx gem, I found 42 different poems to choose from! This one is like the summer day outside my window. I don’t have any grass near me now but I can imagine the cool lushness of a well-manicured park green under my bare feet. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a picnic or spent the day lying on a blanket under a tree with my heart’s desire. I try to remember the last time, any time. I know there’s a memory there and I want it to be romantic and bittersweet, but I keep drawing blanks. I can see the one I want to have so clearly through the words below. Things get so complicated here on earth.
Sunday in the Park
Missed Connections from San Francisco
and so we spent sunday on the great green
broadcloth of our favorite park,
the splendid silent sun above;
we bent our backs in tandem, like two sheets
in the same breeze, and talked of leaves
of grass, and why you like whitman
~sx
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