Sunday, Sept. 09, 2007 - 1:09 p.m.
A Tangerine Sky
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No Jinky at 7 pm
so i whistle for him like an idiot
for 10 minutes
then he comes trotting out
from undermneath a parked truck
having been asleep there=
zoooom
down to the beach
and its sort of crowded
maybe 20 people and their dogs there
a dozen people drinking wine
and laying on blanklets
to watch the sun go down
and wow !
what a view !!
two days of fierce winds
have pretty much blown
all the stink away
and I can clearly see
on the horizon
the tips of buildings
from three cities spread across
100 miles of sky
it was scary
as if they are getting fatter and stronger
and coming this way to eat us in due time
-in due time they will
Jinky was glad to be
playing on the meadow
where he could feel the breeze
and enjoy wide open space
_and_ an audience to watch him
make astounding leaps and go
" awe isn't he cute?- isn't he clever? "
indeed he is
the only and therefore
the cuteist kitten at the beach
over strolls an old guy
hood natured
looking somewhat nuts
asking where I got the cat
as if he would buy one too
if the price was right..
in a few seconds this absolute
dish of a beautiful babe
with a wonderful camera walks over
sweetly asking if Grampa is bothering us?
oh no..
he was just asking about the cat here
Jinky - hero of the beach
she starts taking photos of Jinky and her Grampa
getting down on the grass to get expert shots
I can smell the perfume wafting off her
and she seems to know
exactly what she is doing--
- humouring her Grampa
- amusing Jinkly
- setting up the next shot
- and charming me
all at
the same time
Then I catch on that she is
taking care of her Grampa
for the day
and that he has Alzheimers
and she is lovingly documenting
her special time with him
Then Grampa reaches into his pocket
and pulls out a piece of cooked chicken
the size of a bar of soap
and lays it down on the grass
in front of Jinky
" Grampa! " the dish calls out
" where did you get that?'
" I saved it" he mumbles
" I saved it from supper.
I'm taking it home for Tinker "
Dish girl gestures to me
in pantomine
that Tinker was his dog
who has been dead for several years
Jinky is glad to play the part
of lovable Tinker
the mystery ghost pet
and starts to greedily chomp down
on the chuck of chicken
without any hesitation
as Grampa looks on
and the charming dish girl
clicks away, rolling on the grass
like she was five years old again
to get the most interesting
cat -point- of- view shots
with chunks of chicken in the foreground
and Jinkys greedy little teeth biting down
and a confused
but beaming Grampa
looking on benevolently
tangerine sunset framing him
like the hero he is to her
she was so very beautiful
her tender affections
the tender chicken
It was all
so beautiful
everybody
had a wonderful gift
for somebody else
