Saturday, May 19, 2012
Today’s weather is as perfect as I can remember—another day
At Cheeseboard Pizza (pesto and mushrooms today, sprinkling of blue cheese), I sat on a sidewalk bench next to a lone girl-woman in breezy rose-colored dress, old high-laced shoes, old denim jacket (vintage sartorialist), and dissheveled dark brown hair, finishing her baklava
She remained afterward, aimlessly entertaining the surround.
I knew she thought I wanted to talk to her.
True—yet, I didn’t.
Two strangers under a tree’s gentle sway.
I almost blurted chirpily “Another day in paradise.”
But I was more interested in the silent dramaturgy of my desire
to start an entertainment.
I watched a very old guy walk by “us” with his manicured poodle.
I felt like Woody Allen in “Annie Hall” exuberantly scripting passers by. I might have turned to her and started babbling—as she was standing up, and walked away.
She admired my restraint.
-- gary e. davis --- 2:28 PM