Coming by this rainy day
to virtual Cafe WIM. What
pleasure to meet you in that sphere.
Virtually face cover-up, but then
no need to cover up. Note well
that cover went to covering a lot.
In the car wearing black pants
have the sunbeams hit me painfully
black cloth in the sun: boiling hot.
On the beach, before the virus, the
hip-high fashion was ‘most everywhere.
Footloose, fancy-free, pure holiday.
Cover up was drilled in and this past
Summer teenage girls covered up…….
in BLACK. At times 34C Black long shorts.
At some times of my looking at the big
cover up, there were moments that the
black shorts were pulled down to the knees.
Away from the beach the street scene is
that of people in … BLACK clothing. How
can they bear the piping hot torture.
Swirl the car at night to avoid black suits.
The upbeat, happy festivity of beautifully
browned skin. Where has all the beauty gone?
For your own sake my Most Admirable Guests
cover up, but there are limits. No black clothing
on the beach in 2022. UN-cover for sunshine.
Your faithful servant. A chat at your table. Salut.