What a nice day we’re having
Fitting into this city
Like a puzzle piece
And its lip-sticked girls
Too warm to care or know
That I am drinking in the vision
Of their short short pockets
To my eyes’ content.


Light-pink and denim
They wander in variety
They don’t mind.



As I sit on the cool damp grass
Devouring the meal
Which the red-black girl
Made only for me
Full of tomatoes and beans and sun-love.