Sun rays and lazy days

The balcony floats on the tree tops, spit and hit the park. Pack bags with blankets and books; take the elevator towards the trunks. Cross traffic into endless grasses, pass the elderly playing slow sports: bocce and chess.

Pick a spot along the pond, break out bread and cheese; make sausage jokes. Spy on hairy men in speedos and play with strangers’ dogs. Bikes bring beer and friendly faces, pink shirts carry green fruits.

The sun beats on reddened skin until the clouds close the day. On to dates and drives and bars and boys, we part in different directions. Head towards the suburbs and learn to love the bomb.