tuesday, the 3rd of may

a little girl said hi to me today by tickling my neck.
now i want to paint human contact
and express to have it felt,
Exuberance, light, inconsequence, the swerves and the smashes, collision orkester, the ordinary joy of violence.
it is well and truly summer, (the sun so high and far from our settlement, bleaching the furniture, an irritant to those who would be sleeping otherwise), one roof over, a glasshouse, on top of a renovated bank, takes it as if it doesn't even matter, as if it has a splendid isolation, as if we all reclaim the urban askance. The birds have started to sing, and in downtown, last weekend, a middleaged man and his wolfhound walked through the crowds and left the festival over the zebra crossing.