Last seen on a distant honeymoon
when revanchist clouds threw down
their torrents of praise
acknowledged by the ocean-hurled
waves whose crests snapped the shore
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Much earlier came my first view, one bridge
and three highways away from an average childhood
we peered into empty hope-laden shelves
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Later, eight plodding feet on a hard
beach into Rehoboth
The weed stronger than I and probably stronger
than any of us had thought
The town shimmering with us,
so starved we wolfed pizza beyond count
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Neighbors asleep
a sliver of moonlight pulling a purloined dory
we whisper even in the center
of a pond that’s dialoguing with the oars
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Another year, a suggestive morning
Rooms of suave ruled notepads
ripe for writing
This poem was published in Volume 24 of Steam Ticket.
Andy Oram
November 15, 2020