For My Birthday...

I finally know what I want for my birthday; another chance to give.
Another chance to give to you something of myself. A post card, a poem,
a piece of creative put-together-junk that resembles a smiling face,
a flower from the lawn with some sentimental memory attached of how
and when I grew it and what it meant to me symbolically,
a chance to share a childhood dream, or to treat you to an ice cream,
a chance to bring you peace of mind with my calm heart, not the panicky-version,
a chance to make you smile with my laughter as you tickle and tease my silly ways,
a chance to hug you with tears in my eyes cause I'm having such a good day.
Another chance to write to you a letter with my sentiments and stories.
I know what I want for my birthday.

A Summer Coctail and friends...

I came to see Angela and Conner today in Allentown. I gardened with Angela for a few hours in the humid sun. The shade felt good. My skin became irritated from the dust, dirt, and various pollens that I am not exposed to in Brooklyn. I hosed off my arms and legs, then rested while Angela still worked. I left her there to shower at the house. I strolled over to the grocery store for pizza toppings, fancy cheese, and uncooked pizza doe. I also picked up some sushi and frozen breaded shrimp. Conner made me a fancy cocktail with tequila and the fruit I bought. After our meal we put on wet suits and headed to his cousin's pool. We competed in the water who could touch the other side and back without surfacing. The water, so refreshing in the dark at 9 o'clock. We then skinny dipped. It was my first time doing this with friends. I felt like my day was an old photograph.