the boardwalk summer:
low tide and high feeling,
a helpful bit of sun
along the way,
and music, like a
soul-possession engine --
a tastes-like-cinnamon-
or-taffy day
a kiss behind the pier:
a running stallion,
a dancing mare
with yellow tangled hair,
a range of wooden slats
for many horses,
a galloping within
the blare and glare
a multicolored night,
a mini-vegas:
a taste, another taste,
a plunging in,
a space for two,
a tentative exploring --
a map of worlds,
that's written on the skin
a cinnamon or taffy taste,
a blending,
a play-it-off amid
the swirling crowd,
a hopeful kind of glance,
a sudden sorrow,
a private look
that's somehow said out loud
a day a night a gain a loss:
a growing
that no one notices,
and everyone --
a summer on
the boardwalk of tomorrow,
a halting start
that stops
but isn't
done
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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