Spring Fever Transcend Dances
by Gerard Sarnat
1. BHHS-63 Boswell Presents February 2018 Precipitation Dance Stipulations
80° t-shirt, shorts and one Bud weather on Steve Webbs Indian Wells patio,
Fred or Julie puhlease FedEx more snow from your Midwest backyard now
so septuagenarian boychick Carter can ski some dry Sierra powder tomorrow
plus parched California might use it to avoid greater desiccation than already.
At the same time Montecito Citizen Goldie prefers extended gentle drizzles over
dumps since they are still digging out from under 2,000,000 cubic yards of mud.
Medias finally gone away, left them alone (end of body parts found on beaches),
but cadaver dogs still search local neighborhoods for two missing young victims.
2. Roughly Hewn Lucky 7 Milestones Hagiography?
1967 start Stanford with no premed, 5 instead of the regular 4 years
plus non-graded curriculum so I could concentrate on
Summer of Love in San Francisco, rock n roll, sex, drugs, Vietnam.
No intention attending graduation, innocents off doing
natural childbirth home deliveries dancing under Marins diamond sky.
1987generation past, Dr. Robot devolving into Evil Corp as CEO/
Chief Medical Officer, my face is splashed a million
times on the glossy cover of a national HMOs marketing materials.
Younger daughters real pissed that shes not on it too.
2007 score of years more, eldest graduates from UCLA Med School
where Fathers also being honored. I am very proud.
4 years later Dad died at 99. End 2017, I have not yet begun to recover.
3. Heavenly Hybrids
i. Passover, Easter & ascension of the Prophet occur this April.
Skywriter launches infinite luminous light-year plumes, some
of which appear to gambol monogamous existences close together.
But after a wink or two of their eyes each seems extinguished, only
to carry on atoneness with the spirits other invisible ink entries
in its marvelous book of life above our little blue marble.
ii. beatitudes
heavenly peace, a peace that surpasses all understanding. serenity in the present moment
after moment after moment. though my carburetor genetically boogies to joyful, I can be
possessed by the engine of hypohypomanic-revved non-tranquility. under the influence
of pure ecstasy, every second slows down to allow basking in blessed bliss.
4. Model Seder?
Give or take 3200 or so years since Passover began
and a couple of millennia after Jesus last
as a Hebrew, Bubbe and I gather up our grandson
to participate in the 1st graders celebration
before Jewish day school closes for the holidays.
Strange to me, the rabbi opens with a request,
Grand/parents, please shoot selfies with youngins
holding Haggadahs*, and ends -- apparently
unmoved by Arab plights today -- we sing, Oppress'd
so hard they could not stand / Let my People go.
And in between, West Los Angelians down gluten-
free matzohs while the rabbis towhead son,
when the mics in his hand to answer #1 of the Four
Questions, demonstrates new freedom by roaring
at the cantor, Why cant I eat BLTs instead of maror**?
His mom exemplifies blond trophy wife converts
whore more zealous about this stuff than tough guy
circumcised husbands preoccupied earning enough
to pay Temple *** tuition where alert security guards
may get higher salaries than replaceable teachers.
Soon as the principal dismisses the children
then orders doors locked, the scourge of Brentwood
places her finger on adults to pledge dance-card dollars
to an Israel Right Or Wrong gala as pencil-thin women
put on game faces bidding against BDS*** etc.
* Passover service text ** Bitter herbs signifying slavery before Exodus
*** Boycott Divestment Sanctions Movement to end occupation of Palestinian territories
5. Sand Dollars Cant Redeem Our Young Men*
The place Daddy loved before he set,
the place his son moved to live near a daughter,
the place we celebrated Shabbat with first grandsons,
the place to have sword fights and Fourth of July,
the place my wife and I still consider a home,
the place it is now hard to walk on the sand,
the place which we naïvely did not sell for top dollar,
the place all four families gather to be together,
the place where the Pacifics music makes me stable and happy,
the place whose Saturdays surf gobbled up a good neighbor,
the place this Passover morning we heard equally bad news from Jerusalem,
the place some nightfalls Ive begun to feel like the departing sun.
*Also In Memoriam for Elchanan, a live wire motorcycle spirit, 1992-12April2017
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