4564. HERE'S HOW IT'S DONE IN BRECKENRIDGE

HERE'S HOW IT'S DONE IN BRECKENRIDGE

Dominoes at the Player's Motel, playing cards by the

cars in the lot, watching twenty girls ride by on

bicycles in their 'Ride For Susan' Run. Not much

but not little either. Along the grassy ridge, at the

bottom, the river forms an eddy, an egret holds its

guard alone. I am singularly interested in that

desk-girl's freckles  - you know how that goes,

they start on the face and cover the rest. The

rest is the best. An old Doors song on some

guy's tabletop player? No, foiled again.

And I'm too old for any regrets;

too old for any regrets.