Jupiter knits the other sock

The mom of the kid in the Rodriguez jersey is on her cell phone,desperately seeking a babysitter so she can go on a Booze Cruise for her 25th birthday.The girls with new curves are scented with SPF Eros,trying to hide the blush of flirtation.The boys with the bikes look at their feet,afraid their eyes will show excitement glimmer..The dad of the kid with the diaper sagging down to his knees stares at vapor trails like they’re his life slipping away from him. The man with the beard like patched asphalt stares at the girls, trying to remembering the taste of youth. The mom of the kid commandeering the wooden firetruck,sits, knits and takes it all in.