the wind arcs up , whuffing over
my ears � flip flops slap gazebo steps
my kids want an ice cream cone
and I want a Dixie Dog, its sharp
cheddar cheese and sweet relish

twenty years ago, I craved Brie
on whole grain bread�������romaine tomato
no mayo���and sugarless iced tea
I was cool, I had my cheap guitar
in a cardboard box, I had

my train card for the month
I talked to men from Mars in the courtyard
of Au Bon Pain����������I slept with
a boy who made violins

yesterday, two boys / my son & his friend /
stayed buried to the waist until
the tide hit their chests��������they poked
a dead seal with sticks, the dog fetched

and swam���on my dive, I lost my
top but recovered����I dried out on the shore
salt stiffening my hair������today

my children are getting smoothies
at the Bohemian while I lie in the grass,
eyes closed, thinking, remembering,

jotting down the sounds of fauna
flora and machine������later tonight (perhaps)

I�ll find the poem



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