the famous poet

sitting at this table
I saw the famous
poet.
she was wearing
large dark glasses
among other things
and drinking with
two men.
“Isn’t that…?”
asked my girlfriend.
“I’m not sure,”
I said.
the sea rolled in
and out
and 40 people
sat at tables over
the sand and the sea.
they wore the proper
clothing and had the
proper hairstyles.
then the famous poet
nodded a greeting
and I walked over
to say hello.
the sea rolled in
and out
and   the 40 people
at the 18 tables
drank.
then I said something
clever and went back
to my table.
I motioned to the
waitress for two more
drinks.
like a PG movie
I had arrived
with some grace
at Laguna Beach.