perfect rainy saturday arvo

he in his new creamy black flower shirt and

me in my lacy bootblack doctors and

visiting the art gallery on the corner and

our diaryish gaze upon hairy maclary and

a quick dasheroony into the second hand

bookshop for an auto by bob geldof and

two espressos please with a hokey pokey biscuit and

the surprisingest biscotti this side of the retrocouch and

only one begun sentence of chatmeskool and

much spoken word poetry of elizabeth and mary and

articulating lengthy sentences without his new glasses and

anti-correcting verbs preceding adverbs and

the dropped book at the fortune chocolate counter and

the girl outside the hair boutique on the strand

watching me get drenched on the way to the car.

i never thought i'd match rainy and

perfect in the same sentence.