Summer Seaside Begins

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Angeline
Angeline
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blue green swells break
to white foam surrendered
in sine waves washed on sand
where scatterlings of clam
shells rest gray striated

laughter mingles fading
against coaster screams
clacking ride boldly ride
or spin your chances hit
and pick a stuffed dog a cd

tinny motown floats above
the heat you know I was
made to love her tan bikini
slicked back coconut smooth
in banana lotion and smoke

risen from cheesesteak stands
pizza bubbling sausage peppers
the air with sizzle custard
drizzles I hear a symphony
of scrape tripping down wood

flip flopping hours dropping
sun past the horizon drooping
families shake off the day
in rolls of quiet nightfall
blanketing us under the boardwalk

where brine scented darkness
meets french fries dripped
in ketchup kisses moonlight sighs
and gull song soothes the burn
of hot skin sealed in summertime

Angeline
Angeline
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8 Comments
CordeliaCordeliaalmost 20 years ago
such skill...

I've always loved the way you paint word pictures. I am cleaning out sand between my toes after this.

Thank you...

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Took me there!

I swear you just transported me to the boardwalk! I only ever went to a beach along the Atlantic 3 times in my life. Yet everything in this poem brought back all the sights, sounds, and smell. I feel as if I just went there and returned again, all within a few minutes.

Thank you.

BooMerengueBooMerenguealmost 20 years ago
.I heard your summer...

I heard Stevie,and Diana, and "Ya can't sit down" (forget who did that one), and last... I heard my own lullaby... Summertime... this one sung by Fantasia from American Idol. Did anyone else hear that? It blew me away... and so did this poem!

Thanks, Ange.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
fresh baked and steaming in the window...

always a step ahead, a little more fresh, a little tastier too...always delicious piepoems from you.

Maria2394Maria2394almost 20 years ago
sis, Im gonna spank you

for making me crave the sea when I am oh, so far away - excellent poetic trip, thank you for sending me there today :)

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