A Satisfying Day

we walked the beach today,

she made a remark about all the trash,

“it’s from the weekend crowd” I tell her,

“it’s our human footprint, 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 pr is better than no pr 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 replied;

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, in a very skimpy string bikini,

laying on a towel next to her boyfriend;

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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