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Righteous riffs

I was just thinking

… how wonderful it is

… that someone thought to put a pavilion there 

… so that someone could put an old out-of-tune upright piano under it … 

… so someone could visit with a couple friends and play ragtime from sheet music on it … 

… so an out-of-breath father savoring a Sunday morning with his son could stroll by

… listening, enchanted, like he does to the crickets sometimes

… noticing the dutiful left hand striding while the right has all the fun

… tumbling him back 50 years to sitting little on the bench next to his big sister while she practiced Joplin

… remembering to keep his phone in his pocket

… so he’d have his hands free to applaud

… and say thank you for a gift he was incapable of wishing for in a million imaginings

… an old-timey song coaxed from an old-timey, perfectly out-of-tune, impractically placed upright piano

… just waiting for someone to walk by and remember

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Postcards

Baptizing Summer …

The coffee shop didn’t have ice cream

and the ice cream shop didn’t have espresso 

but I … I had been dreaming 

so ordered a single scoop to go from Custard’s Last Stand 

carried it reverently ‘cross the street to the Ventnor Cafe,

where I asked for a double espresso 

and the young sun-kissed tattooed girl smiling summer 

wise beyond her years behind the counter 

picked up what I put down, and picked out 

the biggest mug they had 

transplanted my single scoop 

then poured me a double shot 

and paused — gloriously paused — 

to ask if I wanted to do the honors 

and for a few … good …  seconds 

I savored my not answering

because was it even or ever a question?

So she turned over my elements, 

big bowl, tiny pitcher 

and at my table, 

I slow poured over the ice cream

watching the espresso pool creamy at the bottom

rising lazy like lapping Jersey tides up the sides

just like me 

on a late Saturday morning …

baptizing Summer

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