![]() ![]() A short man wearing a Yankees shirt called 911. Everyone had to raise their voice to be heard over the din. The kisses drummed the white wooden roof and fell wasted into the grass. Many ran over to the cover of the bandstand in the park’s center. ![]() The old men swung their hands back and forth like fighting off gnats, their faces both knotted in disapproval. The college students laughed and one girl with yellow dreadlocks yelled smiling “What the hell was that?”Įars were sweetly nibbled, and the kisses fell wet and invisible in a growing sigh of lust. Some stood up and ran, covering their heads with the Sunday paper the ink moistened and split. Hands, arms, exposed bellies, all caught in a swell of falling kisses. ![]() The others, too, started to feel the assault. She looked up, and that is when one landed directly on her mouth, full of desire. Then it was the other cheek, but breathier. She grimaced, swatting quickly at her face, thinking hornet, or worse. The mother felt the first one, her right cheek suddenly damp with quick tension. A nervous mother carefully fed Cheerios to her infant daughter a monolith to tenderness everywhere. ![]() A scoop of bedraggled college students whipped a Frisbee back and forth, their hair and t-shirts powdered in the fragrance of good weed. Two old men thought very hard as they moved chess pieces across a table. A park of rolling grass and spread blankets, shady oaks and rows of pink tulips snapped to attention. Yet the sky held its one note of blue and all the clouds were vanquished. ![]()
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