Fox Tails at the Bowl
She sees Doctor Joh's band from her
high seat under stars at the Hollywood Bowl.
Hot trumpet players blow up a storm in a
tribute to Satchmo Louis Armstrong.
She recalls her first seat at the Bowl decades
earlier they sat on a patch of grass on a hill in
back of the amphitheater, kiss and make out
Developers had not discovered the empty field,
They are young, the Hollywood Bowl is old.
She jumps up and puts her hand
on her hip. “I think something just bit me.”
He reaches down and she jumpers back
squeals and accuses, “You pinched me.”
He says, “I just took a sticker out of your hip.
"You sat on fox tails.”
Needle sharp fox tails are a pain in the ass,
Weeds that grow on fields and vacant lots'
with spurs like fishhooks stick to sox
and every thing that brushes against them
She says. “I still feel something pricking me.”
He looks at her behind and says,
“Your butt is covered with fox tails. You should
pull them out or they may get infected.
Our dog rolled in fox tails and it nearly killed him
The vet cut them out of his ears and penis.”
She shudders at the thought.
“Can you take them out for me?” She bends over
He sees flesh through thin fabric
Gently one by one he pulls out the sharp barbs.
She can't forgot his touch of their first date.
She wonders were there that many fox tails to remove?
The fox tails hooked him and they were wed
They spent a swinging lifetime in the groove.
And in the bed.