We arrive early and stay late. Some showing up fashionably late. There were violins heard, a nice place a low roar. This was down on Las Olas Boulevard.
We gather more frequently where we each enjoy another’s company, conversations, those who love these incidental contacts. We’re at a park, and these are the intimate moments that we often share together. These incremental moments are not anyone’s fault, we have to do it, we just love to. We’ve had our picnic, had a few drinks and then all of a sudden when we all get up to leave, I accidentally fell down on top of my friend, she was nice to me. We laughed.
Usually I get tired, so I go to bed rather early. I live nearby the park. After a good night’s rest, I get up and will be outside of first light. It’s been warm and the weather has been hot and sultry. There is a park nearby and in the mornings I like going for my walks in the park.
There’s a place where the locals like to go, many of my neighborhood, we like sharing the sidewalks via the neighborhood streets. We make our way to the park and here there is a soccer field, a running track and places for a picnic. There are many places where to shop along the streets close to the park.
Nearby are the expressway projects, the infrastructures, they are under construction.
The boulevard that runs nearby the park is very busy, it’s a popular park, there are shopping malls, restaurants, diners and coffee shops, all are along this busy boulevard. This road accesses the traffic into the park. Next to the park are the residential areas.
There are bus stops along the way located on this boulevard.
Sometimes there exists a terrible smell, I can smell it, it’s a strong odor, there must be pollution in the big city nearby.
There standing out there in the fields, of a reserved plantation nearby, I can see they’ve got beehives all around and that’s all I know. It looks like they’ve got new help, new hired hands and they’re just standing around. Here looms trouble, I think so, no doubt. There’s more to be reckoned with or learned other than to be just standing around yet still, they’ll never know, they’re too young.
Now here’s an instance of caring, as definitively as one could, also as determined. I have come here this morning to this job site to ask the up and coming, the one who works with the bees, I’m concerned about her because I should be and we eventually all will want to help people in need.
I ask her, “Where is your house sitter, also what is this Buzzfeed? Did you know this person, his name was Thinning d’Ous De Beer, he was a cool hipster dude back in the day? Take care of yourself my Darling!” There was small talk. She’s rather young.
Where will I find the strength and fortitude to forgive her mother, also to love this person I see working diligently, to live and let live, after all these years? You love the ones and hate the others, those you love will turn against you, those you hate will forgive you. I forgive you, now all I ask is will you forgive me? It’s amazing that I want this young girl to succeed.
I spoke to her mother summarily,
“Thank you for your clemency and for forgiving me. I get the all clear to speak to our daughter and you’re not delineating astuteness of my ways. We are strengthened by forgiving others, for this I thank you!”
I knew her mother, we grew up together, this was in the same neighborhood where we both lived. There were many of us younger people.
We rode our bicycles everywhere, riding them on the streets, going over to our friends house, up to the little town, to school and back, going through our neighbor’s yard on to their lawns.
It was here in this community where we attended the same schools and many of the churchiness functions together. I knew her mother well, I liked her and I was quite attracted to her. I would see her in the group hanging out with the others, many who were our friends. We were all about the same age.
I probably never really got over her, after we broke up and I never knew her well enough or as well afterwards as such, not after those earlier years that we had spent together. But as time goes by we change, we were all growing up, of course we were, at home, obviously together with our families, this was our families who have protected us.
Now because of those years, I don’t remember too much. Well, maybe I do remember the part about my best friends and the times we spent together, yet I was never held accountable for anything, especially anything to do with her child, not like an adult. I would have been a no show every now and then.
Spartans sports and the extracurricular activities like we had after school, the track teams, the girls and of course, the intramural sports games. Maybe for me as with her, it was all a cat and mouse game, although flirting with her when her boyfriend wasn’t around, and I have to tell you, that showing off in front of her like this was very intoxicating. Now there’s formal dating.
Back then if I had seen anyone of my friends or her, I would run towards them, as if something exciting was going to happen. And then on other occasions, if I had seen them another time, I’d run away from them for a little while. Later, I didn’t know that I would drift away from my friends for good. And dating was just a stupid game of ‘Acceptance’.
Young as we were, and quitting at an early age. We needed guidance from the adults.
Now this one is for her daughter. This one’s for you my Sweet Darling!