January 6, 2013

• Scavenger Hunt #47: Summertime

  The sound of music from places near and far filled the air. 
  Different places, some of them familiar and some of them not. 

  And smells from different places coming from booths that weren't there the day before. 
  Cotton candy
  spices,
  cinnamon
  corn
  eucalyptus.

  The women smiled at her when her head popped into their booth. 
  "What do you want?" the lady asked her.
   She really only wanted the bread. 
  The girl raised her eyebrows.
  "You want everything."  The lady smiled.
  The girl frowned and bravely took a bite.
  "What's this green stuff?" She asked.
  "Guacamole."  The woman with the eyes that smiled said.
  "Guacamole"  The girl repeated and ran away.

  And the dancers danced to music and words from all around the world
  their costumes in colors in combinations she'd never thought of
  she knew some of the songs
  she knew some of the places
  she knew her friend had to try this thing
  and her friend did, but she told her to buy her own

  Cesar Chavez
  Hear me roar
  and this
  and that
  and other things
  that seemed to make the adults stir in their seats
  "Why so serious?"

  where did the music go, she wondered
  but not for long
  "let's play baseball" someone screamed
  and they were off

  Fell into
  A sea of grass
  And disappeared among
  The shady blades...
  Children all
  Ran over me
  Screaming tag!
  You are the one!

  Summertime Rolls
  

  Divided into teams
  based on
  one potato

  and her team was getting its ass kicked
  the ball flew over their heads and over the fence
  we'd find a way to call them cheaters she thought

  She watched him jump to the top of the fence.
  He reached his hand down to her.
  "come with me." he smiled
  She thought "silly, boy what do you need my help for?"
  she took his hand anyway.

  He trips her as
  Her sandals fail
  She says stop!
  I'm a girl...
  Whose fingernails are made
  Of mother's pearl...

  Summertime Rolls

  He causes them to tumble over the fence
  into the grass and eucalyptus leaves
  He uses her hair to bring her face closer to his
  and kisses her
  she laughs and strokes his cheek
  and kisses him back

  The music disappeared
  but this time there was no Cesar Chavez
  or Roaring or other things that weren't a part of her world
  just this kiss
  and this boy
  that tasted like cotton candy, grape gum, and salt.

  His fingers traced the stupid training bra her mother made her wear
  and she let him for a minute
  but then she grabbed the ball and threw it back over the fence
  She jumped to reach the top
  She could jump that high after all.
  She reached for his hand
  "let's play baseball" she smiled.
  and he pushed her over the fence.

  Yellow buttercup
  Helicopters
  Orange buttercat
  Chasing after
  The crazy bee
  Mad about somebody...

  Summertime Rolls
  
  A piece in which a small town festival is central. 5 pts....o wait the festival was supposed to be central.  Sorry,  Erika is recalcitrant.
  @anvilsandedelweiss
  

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  Summertime Rolls
  Jane's Addiction

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