Little Black Dot

today i caught a tourist taking a picture of me on government street.
i can't blame him. i looked pretty ridiculous. everything matched,
but nothing matched. paisley and peonies and triangles.
they're always a little funny, the days i wear too many patterns
by accident, and this day was no exception.
something about the andalusite
in my left hand, the aquamarine
in my right.
local colour, he probably thought.
just some hippie chick with holographic sunglasses and
a yoga mat and a jangling anklet.
little does he know
dot dot dot

something about all these funny things i brought back with me.
i sent out a wish when i got home that all i want to do for the rest of the summer
is play outside and listen to live music.
someone got it.
in the last 25 hours:
bc day concert in st. ann's yard
christian rock sermon in beacon hill park plus
buskers
everywhere =
chelsea in the sun ^ fun.
and it's not the folk festival, sure,
but it sure is something.
especially that church one.
oh tuna.

since i got home i've been making a real effort to learn from every experience i have because

this is august. this is all
new. july is so over, people.
seven becomes eight and eight
is infinity