The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for August 2008
broken segues
timing my tan
closeups of the
beach towel
[the sand
does not
bear
close
examination]
as
the back bakes
and
the stomache
growls
behind me just
south of my feet the
ocean plays with
children in the surf
some
grown-ups look
on and some engage
and others
older
shade their
eyes
gauging how long
to wait before
packing up
for home
or
lunch
i flip and time it
six more songs
smiling through
the
music
the
sun
in my hat
the sand fly
bites
i brush
it away
a small stain
of blood and
bits
so i
stop
the music and
time and
go
days later the small
red welt and
its not unpleasant
itch
a
reminder of the sun
and the day
July 4
2007