with the poetry readers.
men who look like women
stripes, florals
belts, brims
skip past me arm in arm...
the hare hare krishna play bells,
pass out cookies...
they're robes struggle to be liberated
in the wind.
the slackliners
(not tight-rope walkers, not slack-trappers)
balance carefully.
the whole lawn holds its breath.
do
not
fall.
guitars, so many, ring out
-praise
-battle songs
-a little love
groups cluster, everywhere,
studying, laughing, writing, kissing,
pie-ing each other in the face...
what the hell is going on???
[brothers]