Date: February 14, 2020 at 7:54:00 AM PST
plunk my boule bag onto the picnic table and sit to watch the play a while.
Joe is unlocking the shed
Ed is spreading sawdust around tree roots
Kevin is unpacking salmon and crackers telling everyone to help themselves
Hans, arms all akimbo is firing one of his twenty percent lifetime average painted boules nine yards out
Peter is launching a Plombée skyward con trail in its wake
Nina blesses us with her megawatt smile
Lanter steps onto the circle and without preamble lobs schmakendinger
Wolfie hands off a cigarette and flips a shot out
Linda flops down in her foldout chair
Shayne holds her arm straight out as she takes aim
Tim is on the rocks practicing practicing practicing
Jean-Michel is in someones face telling them how well he is pointing today
Peter is walking Auggie between the courts
Ruby is chewing on a stick
Erin marches towards Mike as he rubs his very close cropped head
Jack manuvers a circle between his feet before bending to pick it up
Dave holds his boule like a hollowed out Easter egg before pointing
Steve vibrates his reluctant fingers back to life
Marco in chef's whites serves lunch and nourishes our spirits
Several players whom I recognize but cannot attach names to watch as Porto measures
Ted and Miller chuckle over some closely held observation
Mark and Sandra up from Novato are unpacking boules
Kris and Michelle are toasting bubbly filled cups
Rob is shooting well while favoring his right arm
Debra is laughing at some remark Terri has made
Maggie in a floppy hat is approaching the courts as everyone greets her
Higgins lobs a high one at a close one
Mickey listens as someone asks him for the hundredth time if his baseball past helps him
Barry is showing how a rookie of the year can keep getting better
and Brenden displays his Great Bendini chops.
When I'm sitting in a on-the-way-out facility
blanket on my lap
a bit of spittle about to escape the corner of my mouth
feeling the afternoon sun on my face
I hope these scenes are among the last
to lose their way through the maze that is my memory.
Thank you for the privilege of your company.
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. – Friedrich Nietzsche
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