Bodies recline on a mess of blankets, towels, a tablecloth.
We crowd for space,
Bump shoulders gently,
Pass homemade cobbler and plastic cups.
Grass presses its indentations into elbows and knees.
Crisply-pressed button-down shirts crease softly into spider legs.
Feet twitch slightly at imagined tickles and bites from bobbing fruit flies.
Long hair glints in the setting sun.
Red wine spills on a cotton dress.
The wine is cheap, the talk easy,
flowing like the last of the Cabernet into your open mouth.
Jazz in the Sculpture Garden is held every Monday in the summer from 5 to 8:30 pm. Head toward the National Gallery Sculpture Garden on the National Mall, & follow the crowd & the music.