Espressos and the Hippopotamuses

From the sidewalk table sipping our espressos, the vinegary smell from the torch smoke crossing from the workers re-tarring the post acute rehab hospital entry awning roof across Belmont, we saw the first hippopotamus drop to her belly, blocking the intersection, car horns jeering futilely, the hippo happily like a humongous semicolon, skin winking wet,…