Monday, August 29, 2011

A Boy on the Beach

You’re not exactly a boy,

perhaps, a young man fresh

from college —are you here

for the season? Is this what

you call your summer gig—you

dancing, twirling around in the sand

in your red shirt, baggy black

pants, your goateed chin in the air.

It’s not as if we wouldn’t have

noticed that pointed beard had

it not been jabbing the sky

as you leap in the air.

From where does your joy

spring on this dark rainy day?

Did someone say yes to

the question you almost

dared not ask? Is the lone

swimmer now crawling

with earnest to shore

coming to you?

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