Atlantic – A Poem

 

Atlantic

Holiday in an Atlantic state
of mind.

1979

A lost year

I cannot remember
those flushed moments
of tenderness.

Oceanic innocence
naked in the sand and silver wrapped.

Retribution quaked
1948
Beechnut Drive.

Holly lived

Quietly
with parents who smoked
too much
on the back porch.

Orange fluttered in the pit of her heart.

Random billowing waves of nausea
left me
bitter and resentful.

Crooked salty breeze twisting
fire
slipped over the dunes.

A matchbook
dance in an Atlantic
romance.

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