and the may sun shone down on california. and the strawberries grew fat and full and thick and red and as big as your fist and the traffic on riverside drive was thin but by no means non-existant.
when I saw you against the soda machine. I saw you leaning there.
and your hand in the basket was nimble-fingered, and red finger-nailed and it made me remember the sunflower that popped-up outside my window one morning in norwalk it was bright yellow and it was real inviting and I almost forgot that it was an intruder
and I saw you against the soda machine. I saw you leaning there.
I saw you against the soda machine. I saw you leaning there.