Unnecessary Walking


Another gorgeous Sunday by the bay,
with azure sky and eighty-one degrees.
The air is light and satiny today,
caressing sunblocked cheeks, uncovered knees,
and arms that swing with freedom, showing sleeves
of ink or naked skin. The weather’s why
we pay to live here. Though the traffic peeves,
our climate means that we don’t have to drive.

I walked to market needing nothing more
than time outside, in motion, wrapped in air,
observing gardens, reading signs on stores.
And when I got there, savoring the pear
the fruit-man sliced, but finding it too sweet,
I made four nectarines my take-home treat.

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