Beach Volley Ball

Most of them didn't really know
where they were. A net was set up
in the un-sunny sun room
multi-purpose board room conversion.

Appropriate California music blared
while the sky was darkening,
and we were losing the Spring,
with hints of snow in late April.

On the wall above the
hallway door, a sign read "beach."

Icy mixtures of fruitless fruity stuff
were called margaritas and daiquiris,
served with colorful plates of grapes and melon balls.

Wheel chairs and cushioned
veneer seats were arranged in arbitrary teams
of people brought from upstairs floors.

Those who were able leisurely bounced
a large red balloon toward the net.

No one kept score.