A Satisfying Day

we walked the beach today,

she made a remark about all the trash

laying around,

I told her it was from the weekend crowd;

“it’s our human footprint” I reply,

“our legacy,

everywhere humans go,

their trash is sure to follow;”

“you’re always so dark and negative” she says,

and in my mind I think, ‘she’s right of course;’

I wish it were not so;

we talked about current events and

certain actors behaving badly,

“I’m not sure if he’s delusional or a genius,” I say,

“maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing;”

they say bad press, is better than no

press at all;

we discussed my dream

from the night before,

(actually I did, she could have cared less,)

“what do you think it means?” I ask,

“I don’t know” she says, ”I never know what

your dreams mean, what do you think it means?”

“I don’t know” I reply;

and that was the end of that;

walking back, I fight the voice whispering

inside my head, to go to a bar

and get wasted,

along with not giving in

to the inner urge, telling me to stare

at the very attractive young lady,

laying on a towel next to her boyfriend,

with a very skimpy string bikini on;

all-in-all,

between trash and dreams,

and small personal victories over

basic human weakness and flaws;

it was a very satisfying day.

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