Summertime Sundays in the Sucka Free City

10:30
park's stuffed already
Spills over into hidden meadow, poison ivy shaded nooks
Sharing bread and cheese and fineries
Blankets, sunshine, beer'n'wine,
ocean breeze (occasionally)
Dragon flies stare me in the eye
one hawk glides overhead
In a gulch o' raised up trees and stone steps
People perch steep hillsides, sleep
Brazil beat the aussies and everyone is here
Yellow, blue and green scene
seu jorge represents
straw in a to-go cup sounds his instrument
A section drum circles
Another does one massive electric slide
We are all alive
in portuguese
we're pleased

Intermission Aimee Mann
Lost in Space reels us in again
Listen, her lyrics
Hazy heads of sunshined wine
People mill
Make connections
seeming sad self-reflections
start and sleep sets in
lay back, relax decompress from
depressing any mann

The day's over we recycle
Climb back up to street level
Take off every way and out

First of the series
Bleary.
Beautiful, lazy Summertime Sundays.