Forecasts checked grey on a holiday beach.

Frame this freshwater cloud parade.

This pulp-perfect pick me up.

Pressed pouts then thunderous laughs

that catch fire and light this wet-sand soiree.

Cinched sarcasm and bites in bows

First-plucked fresh and all that’s sunny of dreary delight

Whistle sweet air and wave

Lyrics on lips on a fire escape

Three in a hammock at noon

A girl, a Sharpie, a hanging tomato

One shoelace with two choices

meets at mid-point
and bows.

Ice water and sliced orange
curtsy the mouth.

The keepsakes of kindness
lay in our breath.

Keen to who and how

without show or scene.

A penchant for pocketed trivia;

curiosity cabinets dusted with facts

knickknacked over candy-coated

pieces of hours and

suppers past.

Rendezvous at the highest moon.

Tales with mass tug and we lean

What is wise than to be fascinated?

To forget the time

To get the gentle nod that turns the tides

In matters of introductions or politics or, gracious,

the very best of nonsense.