Out in Long Island,
we hit the beach.
Finally summer, a drive out to the beach.
Out of New York city.
Putting the chaos behind us.
Past Oyster Bay.
Past TR’s house.
Past Montauk.
Where we were cooking a low
country broil.
Find a stockpot.
Throw in beer and potatoes,
Seasoning and Salt.
An onion.
Cook it with sausage.
Lots of seasoning.
Let
is broil for a bit.
Put that shrimp, crab
legs and corn into the stockpot.
Smell summer coming at
you.
Pina Colada.
Beer.
The waves roar.
Bodies flying.
Biking and to and
fro.
Riding down Cove
Hallow to Jericho
Past the cemetery.
Born 1717 dead 1807.
What a life she must have had.
Back on the
bikes to Georgia,
Stay left past the Crossroads
To Ocean.
Smell the flowers.
Jasmine greets us as
we ride.
Take in the trees.
Say hello.
Welcome the water.
Waves carrying us to shore.
Thank you water.
Thank you sand.
Thank you birds.
Thank you whales who
breach the surface to greet us.
Thank you windmills.
Thank you Russian
novel.
Thank you umbrella.
Thank you summer.
