The whiskey flowing in competition with that rain Cognac also, and hot chocolate, and Mexican pesolé
On burners in pots under the blue tarps in the rain
His Mother tending to both and pouring the VSOP, Girls in their tight jeans and hoodies, under umbrellas, and drinking and giggling
Watching a brave dozen of both sexes playing in the submerged tufts of grass
That dozen or fourteen in the prom attire, mostly, and drag, many, and pieces of shedding off as the game/thing progresses
Then digresses, whiteouts of joy and juice, whippets, hugs and dunkings and blue lips and warm trucks
The Piñata, then photographs naked in the cherry trees, then kisses and grinds and clouds breaking and sunshine and joints and all of it pretty much in that order or a warm semblance thereof......
Course. it coalesces, we break down camp, search for phones keys and check to see who's most sober
Drive to home, bring in the night, pizza and whiskey and lines and silk acrobatics then passing 'round water and hands meeting hearts and hands, it is kisses and happy longings and thank yous and love and another good night in our San Francisco California.
Four Twelve Aught Ten
One block south of CLB.
SF, CA.
It's Good here. Back soonish, Yes. Post away.
Love you
Hank Saga"
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