On MLK Day there's this skinny kid with his drums in the parking lot next to our house, facing the ocean and the about-to-set sun, drummng his heart out. It's wonderful - loud and full of life and making a lot of the neighbors crazy. On the other side of the parking lot is a van, the kind our friends had in the '70's, belonging to a bunch of women having a day at the beach and smoking a wee bit of something fragrant. And one parking lot to the north there's this rooster running loose who salutes the dawn every morning with total joy. I'm loving all this and thinking there's a poem in it. But instead of a poem I'm writing this blog post and giving you the details for a poem of your own.