Richard All[arid].

You met a gypsy on the boardwalk.
By the beach with the waves and the pinkbluegreenpurpleorange sky.
She played the harp.
You said we had the same nose.
(It's the Native American blood)
Of course you stopped to talk, she was a Saggitarius.
With a Gaelic wit like mine, you said.
"You are everywhere."
Your tales make sleep a little less impossible.