…on beyond the Wall Spring dawn,

a last Great Blue on the gatepost at eight,

the empty desert to Doyle and

Linda’s Cali Coney Island zone, utterly zoned, in time for lunch…

Waking to a garbage truck in the alley, walking Thursday’s patriotic harbor

and, first day back, out in the ’45 for groceries, finding the jetty mobbed by fishers of salmon [not shown].

Large geometric shapes ply the straits…

with barbecues in the backyard and well-composed Dogs.

Night, with airplane sounds and a – bus! – [?] – confuses, but, second dawn in a row, the garbage truck cranks up and I realize it’s just “busy Benicia” four months later…

Friday we are off, fortuitously against the hideous [but typical] rush hour to Oakland

and their Museum, where resides “Glimmer” awaiting a triumphant cava christening,

or toast to the artist anyway;

Appropriate words were spoken, accolades deservedly bestowed, and a small group subsequently enjoyed a most hospitable dinner by the lakeside.

Then, Satur-dawn [or shortly thereafter]

…off to something completely different…

To be continued.

 

M